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It's 11:36 pm and I was on the couch of my flat, waiting for midnight. No, it wasn't for any cringey reason. I'm right here, caught up with the television with a champagne flute clutched between my newly-manicured fingers for one reason and one reason only. By midnight, the Business Channel will drop their list of Most Successful CEOs, one of the annual things I look forward to. Simply because my name would always be at the top.
Is the champagne premature for the celebration? No, I would always disagree. It's always the same story, one year after the other. Something that would always end up with me being on the top of the list.
It's 11:48 now and the champagne flute was empty.
I stood up and paced the small fridge I insisted to have in my room. For moments like this. The manor has a lot of stairs and rooms, I don't want to be walking on the aisles at midnight looking for champagne. It's both creepy and weird.
