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00:00I used to live on $200 a month, a cramped room, a leaky ceiling, an old shelf I bought at the market.
00:08My first laptop? Bought from a stranger, cracked screen, missing the D on the keyboard.
00:14I had nothing, no connections, no fancy degrees, but I had something that no one could take away.
00:23I believed I could do it. Pause. No one noticed.
00:28People judge me by my faded shoes, my wrinkled hoodie, but I don't blame them.
00:35Because if it were me, I'd think the same thing.
00:38It's just, I've lived in silence long enough to know that, sometimes, the most valuable things
00:46lie beneath the simplest of shells. William raising his head, his voice firm.
00:51My name is William Johnson, and this is my story.
00:56Joe's Coffee. Old coffee shop. Morning. Small space. Wooden tables and chairs.
01:03Old photos hanging on the wall. The smell of coffee wafts.
01:07William enters. Counter staff. Female. Around fifty. Smiling familiarly.
01:15Another black iced coffee like every day, my friend?
01:19William. Nods lightly. Smiling warmly. No sugar. And today, at a banana bread too.
01:27William sits down in the corner of the shop. Takes out his old laptop. The top has a peeling cartoon
01:33character sticker. He turns it on. Types a few lines of code. His movements are fast yet composed.
01:42William. The screen is the interface of the AI software being tested.
01:47William's shoulder. Revealing the screen displaying an AI software running a test.
01:54The doorbell chimes Ashley Miller, 28, enters. Wearing a beige bodycon dress. Black cat eye sunglasses.
02:03And carrying a Louis Vuitton bag. She's filming an Instagram story with a cheerful tone.
02:09Ashley. While filming and speaking softly. Brooklyn mornings, where the coffee has to be fancy.
02:18She enters, orders. I'll have a caramel macchiato. Large. Extra shot. Almond milk. A little ice.
02:27And extra vanilla syrup. She turns and looks for a place to sit. Spotting William typing at a table
02:34by the window. She gives him a quick appraisal. Old shirt. Old laptop. Faded shoes.
02:42Ashley. Smirks. Muttering quietly. Technology from 2009. She sits at the next table. Pulls out her phone.
02:53Face timing her best friend. Linda. Ashley. Chuckles softly. Whispering into the phone. There's an old tech guy
03:02next door. Probably writing his resume in notepad. William hears this and glances over. His expression
03:10calm. Non-reactive. He continues typing. Opening another tab with financial research.
03:16Bartender brings the drinks. William stands up. Politely closes his laptop and puts it in his backpack.
03:25Before leaving, he glances at Ashley briefly. No anger. No blame. Just a soft, mindful look.
03:33William. Smiling. Have a good day. Ashley doesn't look up. Smirking lightly. Speaking softly.
03:44Ashley. Yeah. Looks like you need it. William walks out the door. The morning sunlight gently
03:52hitting his face. He takes a breath of fresh air. Holding his coffee cup. Blending into the crowd
03:58walking by. A man blending into the crowd of the big city. But his gaze holds something different.
04:05WJ Tech building. Lobby. Morning. Footsteps. Light traffic on the street. The sound of an electronic
04:13card scanner mixed with modern slow-paced piano in the background. The modern glass building appears,
04:20towering in the middle of Manhattan. Logo. WJ Tech. Embossed in shiny chrome. The glass door
04:28rotates gently. A simple man walks in. Ash's grey hoodie. Worn canvas backpack. Paper coffee cup in hand.
04:38Familiar face. William Johnson. William. Walks slowly. Confidently. The security guard behind the
04:46counter. A middle-aged man. Raises his head. Nods slightly. Security guard. Respectful. Smiles slightly.
04:55Good morning, Mr. Johnson. William. Nods back. Deep voice. Hello. Everyone passes by in suits. In a hurry.
05:06But no one pays attention to William. He quietly swipes his card. Sound. Ding. Elevator opens. Glass
05:15elevator. Up the floor. Transparent. Glass elevator. William stands alone. Behind him is the panoramic view of
05:25Manhattan morning. Gradually brightening in the sunlight. William. The city gradually appears in the
05:31distance. William's face tilts slightly. The light shines horizontally. He raises the coffee cup to his
05:39mouth. Takes a small sip. The other hand rotates the lid of the cup. The eyes are thoughtful but calm.
05:46The piano and synthpad music gently play, creating a sense of quietness and depth.
05:5280th floor. WJ Executive floor. CEO office. WJ Tech. The elevator door opens. No receptionist. No need to
06:04announce. No noise. William steps in. The space is wide open. The entire wall is glass. The city below seems to
06:15lie still in sight. A long desk. Laptop in the middle. The large screen on the left shows financial charts.
06:24He hangs his coat on a hook. Adjusts his collar in the wall mirror. His movements are slow and decisive.
06:32Behind him, the whole office is revealed. The office door opens. James enters James. 40. Dark blue suit.
06:41Neatly combed hair. Thin glasses. Holding an iPad and a file. His eyes are sharp, but his voice is
06:50steady. James. Calm professional. Good morning, Mr. Johnson. The first quarter financial report has been
06:58compiled. And our stock just increased by seven percent this morning. William turns around. The
07:06light hits half his face. His eyes don't blink. No joy. Just a slight nod. William slowly, voice firm.
07:17Good. Prepare the presentation for the shareholders meeting this afternoon. Keep the slides as simple
07:24as possible. They need to understand. Not be overwhelmed. James nods. Opens his iPad. Begins to take notes.
07:35No overreaction. He's used to that calmness. James. Scribbling. Smiling. Still your minimalist style.
07:45Modest. But effective. William turns to the window. Manhattan glows in the sunlight. William still
07:53looking out. Soft. Send another hundred thousand dollars to the scholarship fund. Preferably summer
08:00students this year. James. Scribbling. Nodding. Understood. You're still working on something big.
08:09Meeting room. WJ Tech. Afternoon. A long, glass-walled conference room. The afternoon sunlight slanted
08:18over the edges of the table, cutting long streaks across the light wooden floor. Black leather chairs
08:26were lined up. A large screen flashed a stock chart. William Johnson, the CEO, sat at the head of the table.
08:35No suit. No tie. Just a simple white shirt. Rolled up. Like a regular employee. He tilted his head to
08:44listen. The partner on the other side. A man in a black suit. With a strong voice. Was talking about
08:51profits. Market trends. William did not interrupt. He held a fountain pen in his hand. Turning it around.
09:00After a while. He gently put it down. And said. William. Softly. But firmly. What I want.
09:09Is not growth rate. It's real value. After everything collapses. The room was silent. No one answered.
09:18But everyone remembered that sentence. A soft piano melody. Echoing like a heartbeat.
09:252. Nursing home. Late afternoon. The scene changed smoothly. A black luxury SUV stopped in front of
09:35the Brooklyn nursing home. White gate. Small yard. Trees swaying gently in the afternoon wind.
09:42William stepped out. He carried a paper bag. In the bag were banana bread. Classic books.
09:49And an old handkerchief. He walked through the old hallway. Entered room 203. The old lady.
09:57Her former foster mother. Sat on the bed. Her eyes dull. But when she saw him. She laughed.
10:06Old lady. Hoarse. Warm voice. Visiting your old mother again? William sat down next to her.
10:14He did not answer. He did not answer. He just smiled. Placing his hand on her bony hand.
10:20The golden sunset shines in. Illuminating two faces. One old. One young. Sounds. The sound of a fan.
10:29The sound of birds chirping in the distance. The background music is almost off. Leaving only emotions.
10:36Three. Park night. The sky is dark. The city lights up. William jogs. His steps even. A bottle of water
10:47in his hand. He runs across the Manhattan Bridge. Yellow lights shining through his hair. His headphones
10:54play a loafy classical piece. No lyrics. Just piano. Soft drums. Simulated rain. The city surrounds him.
11:03Moving constantly. And he. Just runs. As if searching for something. Bore. Noodle shop. Chinatown area. Night.
11:14Angle from outside the glass door. Dripping rain. The red and blue lights of the Chinatown reflect on
11:21the glass. William sits alone. Old wooden table. Plastic chairs. Handwritten menu on the wall.
11:30In front of him is a three dollar bowl of ramen. Steaming water. No one bothers him. He picks up the noodles.
11:39Chews slowly. No phone. No wifi. No new notifications. Sounds. The sound of noodle soup. The sound of knives
11:49and cutting boards from the back kitchen. Everything is so ordinary. A famous CEO.
11:55Sitting down to dinner. Like a college student away from home. Five. High class bar. Ashley Miller.
12:03At the same time Ashley. Sparkling evening gown. Gorgeous makeup. She holds a glass of white wine.
12:11Sitting among friends at the fancy bar. The EDM background music is muted. She laughs. Talks. Raises her glass.
12:20Takes pictures. Instagram pops up. She's live streaming. Ashley. On story. Beaming. Living the life.
12:29Baby. Hacker. Glow queen. But then. The camera pans slowly to Ashley's face. As her friends turn away.
12:37In that moment. Her smile falters. Her eyes are blank. She looks at the screen. Then herself. And then
12:46smiles awkwardly. Six. Outside. William leaves the bar. William takes his umbrella and steps out into
12:54the street. The light rain seems to cover the city in a silvery gray. He takes a deep breath.
13:02Lights glint of the pavement. Cars pass by. Horns honk in the distance. No one recognizes him. But no one
13:11cares. The camera slowly moves away. Up. William becomes a small dot in the vast city. The voiceover sounds.
13:21Soft as a narration. Inner voice. Vo. Life is not always a spotlight.
13:28Sometimes it is the quiet moments. That are where we are most real. Grand lobby. Hilton Manhattan Hotel.
13:367.30 PM. The clink of glasses. The sound of high heels echoing on the marble floor.
13:44The camera slides down from the hotel ceiling. Revealing crystal chandeliers that sparkle like
13:51artificial stars. Slowly panning across the space of the grand lobby. Each banquet table is decorated with
13:59white flowers. Small candles. Tall, thin champagne glasses and napkins folded like crane wings. Guests are
14:07chatting. Shaking hands. Smiling politely. Ashley Miller from behind. Ashley enters the frame like a red
14:16flame in a sea of neutral people. A tight red dress. Bare shoulders. Red lips. High heels. Each step
14:26calculated and graceful. Eyes dart around quickly. Searching for a point of contact. In her hand is a
14:34small clutch. Just enough to hold her phone, lipstick and a few business cards. Beside her is Linda. A
14:43moss green silk dress. Low cut. Not flashy. But elegant. Linda looks around. Not in a hurry. Not competing for
14:51attention. Communication and connection. The camera zooms in on Ashley as she smiles. Walking toward a
15:01group of people laughing and talking at a cocktail table. A middle-aged man in a grey suit. Rings on both
15:09hands. A hedge fund owner. A blonde woman in her forties. Wearing heavy jewelry. A cosmetics company owner. And a
15:19young girl live streaming the event. Ashley raises her glass. Tilts her head. Smiles. Ashley. Confident.
15:27A little pompous. I'm new to crypto. Also working as a small co-founder. A fintech startup targeting
15:35Generation Z. There's a brief pause. The man nods. Lips slightly curled. Polite but unenthusiastic.
15:45The middle-aged woman smiled and turned away. The live streaming girl continued to speak into the
15:51phone. Yeah, this party is so lively. I like the decoration. Ashley glanced at her. Her smile
15:59faltered slightly. She turned her head. Whispered to Linda. And raised her glass. Ashley. A little
16:07harshly. As if reassuring herself. It's better than sitting in an office from 9 to 5 all your life.
16:15Linda. Not looking at her. Voice low. Starting a virtual life is also very expensive. Ashley froze.
16:24Silent for a few seconds. Eyes looking away. Smiling again. But this time. More forced.
16:32Three. MC introduction. The curtain of truth is opening. The lights in the hall dimmed. MC steps onto
16:41the stage. Black suit. Handheld microphone. Standard MC voice. Clear. Excited. Ladies and gentlemen,
16:51throughout the evening, we have witnessed some inspiring contributions to the next generation.
16:57And now, we would like to invite our guest of honor, who has been a silent supporter of the
17:03Better Minds Scholarship Fund for the past five years. CEO of WJ Tech, William Johnson.
17:10The door to the right of the stage opens. William appears. And Ashley looks. William Johnson steps out.
17:19Neatly tailored black suit. No logo. White shirt. Tight black tie. His hair is neatly combed,
17:28the light reflecting off the calm lines of his face. The camera pans to Ashley. Her eyes follow the light.
17:35Her face is still. The hand holding the glass pauses in mid-air. The sounds outside are still there,
17:42but muffled, as if we are inside Ashley's head. She opens her mouth very softly, barely making a sound.
17:51Ashley. Whispering. Breathless. Wait. It's… Linda looks at her. Her lips twitch. There's no need to
17:59say it out loud. Linda. Very softly. The person you were laughing at in the coffee shop this morning.
18:08Ashley blushes. She tightens her grip around the glass. A drop of water falls onto the red fabric of
18:15her dress. William speaks. Behind the glory. William stands at the podium. He looks straight ahead. Not at
18:24the crowd. But through it. William. Emphatic. Calm. Deliberate. I used to live on two hundred dollars a
18:32month. A pause. A long pause. Not in Manhattan. In a tiny loft with mice running across the floor.
18:42What I had was an old computer. A spotty wi-fi connection. And a cheap cup of coffee every morning.
18:49The room was strangely silent. Noma clinking glasses. No more chatter. William. Looking out at the audience.
18:59As if turning back time. I don't need much to get started. Just someone who believes in me.
19:07A foster mother who can't read code. Doesn't understand business. But knows how to cook porridge
19:13and ask if I'm hungry. The camera pans to faces. A woman wipes her eyes. A journalist stops writing.
19:23Ashley. Said nothing. Stood still. The end. Stepping off the stage. William ended his speech with a look.
19:32No thank you. No wave. He just bowed his head. A deep bow. Sincere.
19:39Applause broke out. Not for the title. But for the man himself. Charity party. Luxury hotel.
19:47Evening. The party space was bright. The chandeliers shimmering. Casting a warm glow throughout the room.
19:55Laughter and conversation were bustling. While guests enjoyed food, wine, and exquisite desserts.
20:02Everyone was dressed elegantly. Creating an atmosphere of power and success. The banquet tables were
20:10beautifully decorated with fresh flowers and high-class dishes. The party was going on happily. But Ashley
20:18could not take her eyes off William. She was with her group of friends and still kept a bright smile.
20:24But her eyes could not help but turn towards him. William was standing in the middle of a group of
20:30people. Chatting with his partners. His eyes calm and confident. Exuding composure and success.
20:38Ashley hesitated. Took a step. Then another. Talking to herself in her head. But in the end she decided to
20:46approach William. She fakes a smile and walks over to him Ashley. Approaches. Smiling in a friendly manner.
20:54Hello. I didn't know you were such a famous person. Her voice is a little awkward. But she tries to
21:02maintain her usual confident image. William hears her and slowly turns around. He looks at her calmly. His
21:10eyes bright and unsurprised. His movements unnatural. Unhurried. As if he knew this would happen.
21:18William. Gentle. Keeping his manner polite. I've met you before. The coffee shop on the corner.
21:26He says it with a gentle smile. His eyes showing no anger. Just calmness. And careful observation.
21:34Ashley is confused. A little surprised. Remembering the previous meeting.
21:40She looks at the ground for a moment. Then looks up again. Not daring to look directly at William.
21:47Ashley. Hesitating. Blushing. Surprised. Ah. Yes. I didn't. Didn't realize.
21:55She fumbles. Unable to find the words. Her voice seems weak and fading. William looks at her directly.
22:04But his eyes are not judgmental or reproachful. Just observational and aware. He's not angry.
22:11Just reminding. William. Gently. With a hint of sarcasm. But no malice.
22:18Don't worry. I just remember because you judge me. Just from a laptop.
22:23His voice is gentle. As if stating the truth without any malice. He doesn't need to explain.
22:31Just the truth about how he feels. Ashley feels a wave of shame rush over her.
22:38She lowers her head. Not daring to look William in the eye anymore. The feeling of embarrassment
22:45makes her unable to say anything more. She moved her lips. Finally uttering a sentence. But her voice
22:52still could not hide her embarrassment. Ashley. Embarrassed. Speaking softly. Not daring to
22:58look directly at William. I. I'm sorry. She felt as if she had just been exposed. And that fact made her
23:07feel even more embarrassed. William smiled slightly. A smile that was not mocking or cruel. But only
23:15sympathetic and gentle. He said nothing more. Just smiled slightly. And continued walking.
23:22William. William smiling slightly. In a warm but calm voice. It's okay. Everyone makes mistakes
23:31sometimes. He spoke with a genuine smile. Not angry. Not blaming. Just as if it was a normal
23:38conversation between two people that had passed and was about to pass. Slowly leaving the crowd.
23:46He walked past everyone with a confident and calm demeanor. Not in a hurry. Not in a hurry.
23:55Ashley stood still in the crowd. Watching William. A feeling of alienation and confusion came over her.
24:04Everyone around her continued their conversation. But Ashley seemed to be on the outside. She stood
24:11still for a long time. Feeling the obvious difference between herself and William.
24:17Camera. The camera stopped at Ashley's angle. A close-up of her face as she slowly regained her
24:24composure. Her eyes were dreamy. As if thinking about what had just happened. A little strange. A little
24:32regretful. And a little new awareness. Ashley whispering. Talking softly to herself. Saying to herself.
24:42It's true that not everyone is like I thought. She muttered to herself. Feeling a little disappointed.
24:48And realizing that not everyone is like they seem. Manhattan streets. Late night.
24:55Audio fades in. Distant car clatter. Tires on wet pavement. A few distant squeals. New York at night.
25:04No longer urgent. Just lights and the quiet flow of horse-drawn carriages. At an intersection
25:12near the Brooklyn Bridge. A shiny black SUV slows into the waves. The tail lights reflect off the wet
25:19pavement. Stretching out into red streaks like paint. Inside the car. Right window view. William Johnson
25:26sits quietly in the right back seat. The interior lights are dim. Just enough to see his face. Profile.
25:34His eyes are turned out the window. The street lights pass by in rhythm. Reflecting intermittently
25:40on his brows, cheeks and calm eyes. He did not lean back. Nor did he lean his head.
25:46His left hand hung limply at his thigh. His right hand holding the paper coffee cup that had been
25:53refreshing. He turned the cup. A small circle that went on and on. Then he turned back. Not because he
26:01was busy. But because his head was somewhere else. Not here. James. Passenger seat. Gently speaks. James, the idle
26:12driver sat in the front right. He did not turn back. Only looked at William through the rearview mirror.
26:19A familiar gaze. Not asking much. Just checking in to see if his master wanted to say anything.
26:28James. Low, soft voice. Respecting the quiet space.
26:32Are you coming home tonight? Mr. Johnson? Seconds. Then hello. No answer in the noise.
26:42William blinked slowly. He breathed a sigh of relief through his nose. Then he was lazy. William,
26:49voice soft. Breath echoing from the punch. No.
26:52No. Pauses. Looks out onto the street. Stop. At the coffee shop on the corner of Brooklyn.
27:01Pauses again. Eyes downcast. I need. A black coffee on the rocks. No sugar. William. William tilts his
27:10head in relief. Still holding the glass but not drinking. His lips are soft but not tense.
27:16Just holding onto some memory. Excited. The light outside comes through the window. His face is light
27:24and dark. No one in this city knows who he is. But in that moment, he knows himself very clearly.
27:32Car. Wide angle. Camera zoom out slowly. The camera pans from the front row, slowly horizontal.
27:42William sits alone in the back. He doesn't carry the air of power. He can't shine with wealth.
27:50There's only one quiet person. As if he's the last one keeping the truth in this chaotic world.
27:58The driver turns on the signal. The soft flash reflects on the ceiling. James says nothing more.
28:06No need to ask. Because he knows. If William wanted to go back to the mansion, he would have said so from the beginning.
28:14Brooklyn Street. The camera flies out of the car. From above, the SUV blends into the crowd.
28:22A jumble of yellow cabs. Food delivery men on trolleys. Couples on foot. Vagabonds in old wool hats.
28:29Sort the corner of Brooklyn. There. There is a small coffee shop. Maybe the seller still remembers the
28:37black iced coffee without sugar every morning. Maybe not. It doesn't matter. What matters is,
28:45William still comes back there. For himself. Black me William. Vo. Low. Deep. Almost whispering.
28:52I used to think recognition was necessary. But then I realized. There are days no one needs to know who I am.
29:05As long as I don't forget where I started. The melody of black turning. White text in the middle of the
29:13screen. Don't judge until you know. The music gradually stabilizes with only a very small beat remaining.
29:21The melody of black turning. Then silence.