In a world where ideals were commodities and ethics often seemed negotiable, Three Corporate! was born—a think tank unlike any other, conceived in the restless mind of a man called Dinosaur. It wasn’t just a project; it was a rebellion. A rebellion against mediocrity, against compromise, and against a world that punished goodness as though it were a crime. For Dinosaur, the creation of Three was more than innovation—it was his answer to a chaotic age, a lifeline for those daring to think differently.
This is, in fact, a novel. If life cannot be lived, then it must be imagined. Truth lingers just out of reach, and we chase it like shadows under a fading sun. Three (III’) Corporate, however, takes shape not in the real world but within the confines of these pages. We have no other aim than to share coffee and conversation with a few friends who resemble us. Of course, one day we shall meet—beyond time and space, at the right time and in the right place.
Dinosaur
He sat in his dimly lit office, surrounded by holographic projections of futures no one dared to predict. His gaze lingered on the dancing data streams, his face carved with the exhaustion of a man who carried the weight of ideals too pure for the world. The whispers of his past haunted him, memories of betrayal by those who couldn’t fathom his unyielding stance on goodness. He had paid the price many times over, yet here he was—still building, still creating, still believing.
Cherry
Cherry was always working, not because he had to but because he didn’t know how to stop. The irony gnawed at him: he was unhappy, and yet it was only through the relentless grind of analysis and problem-solving that he felt any semblance of purpose. Numbers, patterns, and logic consumed him, as if they were the only threads tethering him to existence. He would often find himself in Dinosaur’s office at ungodly hours, staring at the founder with a mixture of admiration and pity.
“You know, Cherry,” Dinosaur once said, his voice heavy with both weariness and warmth, “you remind me of a clock. Precise, tireless, and tragic—because you can never stop ticking.”
Cherry didn’t respond. He simply adjusted his glasses and went back to his projections. He wasn’t here to feel; he was here to work.
Aga
Aga was the enigma of Three—a man who spoke little but listened much. His presence was magnetic, an unspoken assurance that drew people to him like moths to a flame. Strangers would confide in him, pouring their darkest fears and wildest dreams into his ear as if compelled by some unseen force. Yet Aga never revealed a thing about himself. He was Dinosaur’s shield, the silent guardian of Three’s secrets.
One night, as the shadows crept across the corridors of the think tank, Aga confronted Dinosaur. “Why me?” he asked, his voice steady but laced with a rare vulnerability. “You don’t trust anyone, yet you trust me.”
Dinosaur leaned back in his chair, his eyes piercing through the veil of secrecy that surrounded Aga. “Because you remind me of something this world has forgotten, Aga—loyalty without conditions.”
Laila
Laila’s mind was a fortress, her memory a labyrinth of files and profiles. There wasn’t an analyst in the world she hadn’t scrutinized, cataloged, and ranked. She had dossiers on everyone—from Nobel laureates to obscure coders who lurked in the shadows of cyberspace. She was meticulous, ruthless, and utterly irreplaceable.
“Laila,” Dinosaur once said, as they reviewed a list of candidates for a new assignment, “you see the world in spreadsheets. Doesn’t that exhaust you?”
She smirked, her fingers dancing across her tablet. “No, what exhausts me is mediocrity. You didn’t hire me to rest, Dinosaur. You hired me to find the best—and to make sure they know it.”
Her current focus was Cherry. She’d seen minds like his before, but none that burned so brightly or so dangerously. Her notes on him were extensive, each line dripping with equal parts admiration and warning.
III’ Corporate
The think tank was alive, not just with ideas but with the raw energy of its people. It was a place where the impossible was dissected, analyzed, and turned into strategy. Yet beneath the calculations and algorithms lay something deeper—a quest for meaning in a world that seemed determined to bury it.
Dinosaur often looked out from his office, watching his team move through the labyrinthine corridors of Three. They were his creation, his family, and perhaps his redemption. For all his cynicism and scars, he couldn’t help but hope that together, they could tip the scales of the world—just a little.
And so, the story of III’ Corporate began, not as a tale of triumph, but as a testament to resilience. It was a crucible for the restless, the wounded, and the brilliant—a place where minds clashed, hearts broke, and the impossible became a blueprint.