Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

“What’s the meaning of this? Don’t we follow the principle of ‘first come, first served’?” she asked the staff member with a cold
edge to her voice.
Rolling his eyes, he retorted, “What’s your hurry? Don’t waste the big company’s time, for they have a lot on their plate. You, with
your newly established company, probably don’t have much business. Wait your turn, what’s the big deal?”
“What do you mean by ‘wait your turn’? I was here before him!” Ariana’s annoyance was palpable as she stood her ground,
refusing to yield her position.
Seeing her steadfastness, the staff member stood up, growing more aggressive. “Are you trying to cause trouble? If you can’t
wait, you can get out! There are plenty of people who want to take your spot.”
He was on the verge of calling security to remove Ariana.
Just then, a man appeared, his voice stern as he inquired, “What’s going on? What’s happening here?”
Ariana turned towards the voice, a hint of familiarity tickling her senses. After a moment of recognition, it dawned on her — it was
Jayson!
Jayson’s appearance seemed to exude a vibrant energy, a stark contrast to the image Ariana had held of him five years ago. His
once-short hair, now even shorter, was the only familiar trait that gave her any inkling of recognition.
In that moment, Ariana escaped Jayson’s notice, but the staff member intercepted him with a deferential grin and a bow. “Hello,
Mr. Spears,” the staffer greeted him. He gestured towards Ariana, his finger pointing in her direction. “Someone overseeing a
recently established contracting agency is causing a bit of a stir,” he disclosed, his tone laced with amusement.

“She’s attempting to jump the queue using a stolen invitation.”
Jayson’s face contorted into a frown, an expression that didn’t escape the notice of the staffer. Seeking to clarify, he added, “Our
event’s invitation list has undergone meticulous rounds of scrutiny and inquiry. We don’t extend invitations to fledgling entities
Looking to lower our standards.”
Jayson’s scowl deepened, his attention shifting towards the thin woman who had clearly caught his eye with her smirk.
Momentarily taken aback, Jayson’s surprise was soon replaced by recognition as he realized it was Ariana. His astonishment
was palpable, the frown melting away as he strode over to embrace her warmly.
“It’s truly you! Remarkable. It’s been five long years since I last heard from you,” Jayson exclaimed, his voice laced with surprise.
“Much has transpired over the past few years,” Ariana replied, reciprocating his embrace with a heartfelt hug.
Their hug bore the traces of respect and camaraderie. Encountering each other here was a delightful twist of fate neither had
anticipated. Jayson’s satisfaction was evident as he reminisced, “That film achieved tremendous success in its time. Yet, my
attempts to reconcile accounts with you bore no fruit. Nevertheless, I held onto the funds, awaiting your eventual return.”
Ariana’s emotions were a blend of conflicting sentiments as she absorbed his words.
The car accident had heralded a series of tumultuous events, casting a pall over her life. The weight of responsibilities had
drained her, and she had gradually distanced herself from her closest companions. The continuity of their friendship across five
years was a sentiment she had not dared to hope for.
She had a lot to say to her old friend, but this was not the place for catching up due to the presence of others.

Ariana shifted her mood and glanced around, eventually focusing her gaze on the staffer. With a playful smile, she addressed
him, “Mr. Spears, it seems you’re in command here. Could you perhaps help me with the current issue?”