JULIAN OLIVAREZ
I have a tight schedule today, and that is why I'm up earlier than usual. It's Six in the morning, and I got to have to prepare myself both mentally and physically for this day.
I have an appointment with some investors from Milano,we need all the allies we could gather to survive in this industry,as many more architectural firms keep springing up lately.
The competition is becoming great,but modern problems require modern solutions.
As an expert in this industry,having big organizations like those in technology,hotels,plumbing, and many other businesses as partners.
In the afternoon,I have to meet with my assigned personal therapist/psychiatrist. First session, so we have to go over introductions and figure out what exactly I need to do to get better later.
Well, that's what she said when I called to book for one. I hope it will go well.
Then, later in the evening, I have to meet up with my mother's son. He says he needs to talk to me about something important. I really hope it is,because tomorrow I have an appointment with the most beautiful man I've ever set my eyes on.
I'm not gay or anything but just appreciative of God's wonderful pieces of art. He sure is a sight!
Adrien and I have been talking for some time. We met almost two months ago and started talking after I rose from the dead. I sure love his consistency. Had I been into men,he would have been my ideal man. But nuh, I'm not. Also, look at me,I'm one giant of a man at 6.6" tall. No man would like a giant for a lover,they prefer twinks over the kinds of us. I wouldn't blame them, though,they like proving dominance, and it's hard to dominate a tall,muscular giant who is of the same stature as you are.
Why is my mind taking that line of thoughts?
Anyway,what I meant is that I have to make sure I clear my schedule today so that nobody bothers my time alone with Adrien.
I drove to work,amidst a morning downpour,the roads were clear of any traffic. That is good enough for me. At least I get to have a cup of coffee before I start my day moving around like a robot vacuum cleaner.
I get to my office floor,only to find Alya at the front desk with a smile that can brighten up anyone's day.
I wonder how someone has the energy to be happy this early. Like,how do hyper people function?
"Hello, Mr Olivarez. Good morning. Nice to see you here earlier today." She greets.
"Good morning to you too, Alya. Is your husband getting better? I told you that you can have the rest of this week off to take care of him." I reply with concern clear in my voice.
"Oh, he is feeling better Julian,you know how you men act when you catch a cold. He was saying that he could see the angel of death in his room,we both know it's a lie, and he is just over exaggerating his sickness." She replies.
Honestly,I know what she is talking about. When you are not used to being sick,that feeling of helplessness and being in pain and weakness threatens most men. That is why we be feeling like we are about to die.
We laugh at her comment about her husband's dramatic antiques to get more attention and affection from Alya and their children.
"Oh,he is such a menace whenever he falls sick." Alya sighs,collects herself, and wears the serious business mask I have come to know too well.
I wonder how she can be too hyper at one moment and then too lazy the next. One minute, she's laughing, and the next, she is serious,not even a twitch on the lips.
"Right!" She exclaims."You have a meeting with Von Technologies in about two hours from now,so let's get you the information that you need as we get ready. We need to win that contract from them. It is such a big deal,it could further increase our rating and profits."
The meeting was so so,von technologies sent representatives, so the final decision is pending. We have to wait and see whatever the outcome is.
Time check,I have less than an hour to my therapy appointment,which means I have to be leaving immediately if I'm to make it right on time. It is about twenty something minutes from my office tower in the car so I have to leave as soon as ten minutes ago.
The car ride was quiet, of course,with loud thoughts,racing through my mind. Honestly, I wonder how I haven't come up with a migraine yet.
I get to the building and check myself in with the receptionist. It is an old lady who is doing the job,I hope she gets paid well. It is saddening how this life is unfair. The poor are very poor, and the rich are very rich. This imbalance is something that the system has set up to keep things running around the world.
"Here, Mr Olivarez,this is your patient card. Come with it on every appointment. You can wait in the lobby right there,till you get called, your specialist is still handling someone else. She will be attending to you in a few." She says in a calm and collected manner. She must have been nurtured by some good people.
"It is alright, dear. Thank you." I say and proceed to do as I was told.
Not more than five minutes passed without my doctor walking out of one of the rooms with another person in tow. She called for me and I went to her right away.
"I am so sorry for being late for your first appointment. I hope you don't mind. We shall cover up for the lost time ho -" She was still going on when I cut her short.
"It is okay,you don't have to worry a lot. I don't mind waiting five minutes,when it is used to help someone else who needs that professional help." I tell her with a smile.
"I'm Dr. Sarah Living,I am going to be your therapist today. We are going to go at your pace. The time we spend on this issue doesn't matter,what matters is the results. We are going to be having One hour sessions twice a week. In that time,we shall talk about literally everything. But we have to start somewhere. there is no need to rush things. Feel free to share with me anything,it won't leave this room. " She lays out her rules and strategies on what to do and all that.
Exactly Sixty minutes later,we wrapped up my first session with Mrs Living. We discussed what our goals shall be and set them. I did not open up yet, but with time, I shall.
You can never go anywhere without starting somewhere, they say. So I decided to take this leap, and here I am,feeling a little relieved of the burden that has been weighing me down.
Apparently,Mrs Living recommended a psychiatrist. She says that the few things I hinted on while setting my goals prove that I need a psychological evaluation.
Something in those lines.
I left the hospital and drove back to work,I have a few things to do before I wrap up my day. At the reception,I noticed someone I know very well that even when she is facing away from me, I can tell it is her. Issandra
Issa seemed to be talking to the front desk manager about something,maybe he is here for someone. I don't even care anymore.
She then leaves the reception and heads to the lobby area. I watch no more and walk away to my private elevator.
"Hi Alya,will you please call that Ethiopian restaurant for some food? I have not yet had lunch yet. I am so famished." I say out loud enough for her to hear.
She springs up from her seat to call the restaurant so that our lunch is delivered to us. I gave her a card for all the small things we could need as there are only three people on this floor.
Ten minutes later,delivery arrives. We sit at the mini dining area in the kitchen we have on this floor. In fact it is more of a lunch room.
Alya, my personal assistant,Ilyas, my accountant, and I eat our food in peace. It is really nice having someone to sit down and eat with.
I walk back to my office to sign off some documents and go through some requisitions for next week.
As I'm still working on that,my door opens and in walks the one and only Issandra Mercela Alfonso.
She is dressed in an emerald summer dress,one that I told her it complements her looks and matches well with her green eyes. She waltzed towards me and sat in the seat across from mine. I put down my pen,I did not think I would be seeing her this soon,really. I still need some time to recover from what happened.
"What brings you here,Issandra?" I waste no time asking her what she was doing in front of me this soon.
"Can I not come here anymore to greet my best friend?" She asks in that annoying voice that was once sweet to my ears.
"No,you are not welcome here anymore. We are no longer best friends and you know that." I clarify.
There is a whole load of things I would forgive and forget, but I just can't stand lies and liars. And a lie as great as having an affair with my other best friend,Issa, should know better than to expect me to act like nothing happened.
Well, maybe others can, but I can't.
"Oh! That is so not cool of you. You have become extremely rude,I am worried you have forgotten,I am and have always been a big part of you. Without me,you are nothing. You can never find another better than me."
I chuckle at her attempt at manipulation.
"Girl, where did you learn that from? Is it Narcissistic psychopathy 101? " I snap at her.
"Oh, don't be ridiculous, honey. I am here to see you and give you some good news." Now whatever she is planning,I don't give a flying fuck.
I grab my office phone and call security to help me take her out. I don't have time for her nonsense.
"Hello,security. There is an intruder in my office. Come to the CEO's floor and take her out." I speak into the phone and then hang up.
Two guys walk into my office not even a minute later to take this piece of human waste out. Issa is shocked that I clearly called security on her.
She is appaled that words fail to spew out of her mouth until she is out of my door.
"You dare treat me like trash,I will get back at you!! Just wait and see what I am capable of you insolent piece of shit!!!!" She shouts out in anger.
I hear the elevator chime,informing me that she is being led on her way out of my building.
I let out a sigh in anger. I don't know how she could think that we could go back to how we were. How could she think that I would act like nothing happened and welcome her into my space,serve her a glass of juice and chat like the best friends we once were.
I hope she learns to read the room and know where she is welcome and where she isn't.
Good day gone bad!
My social battery for the day has reduced. I can't take in anymore stress so I retire from my office for the day and head home.
I could use this time to relax and rest up for tomorrow.
I dont get why I am so worked up for tomorrow. This excitement will be the end of me!