It's been eight months since I joined, and I am in love with what's going on around me. I am a charmer and a hard worker too, and I am proud of myself. I will get my way in everything if my mind is set, especially on business deals. Clearly, this formula doesn't apply to my personal life. My manager is always boosting me by praising me, and this was nothing. I want to reach much more in my professional life, as I have the ability and I fucking deserve it. My colleagues had become my admirers, and their unisonous questions about how things would work out every time to me. In return, I would only smile and brush it off. I always do my homework, which is one of the reasons and how much is the answer I want to keep myself.
In terms of getting any deal, I may go to any extent, and playing the dirty game is my favorite. They can't guess what I am; no one could. I am not aiming at my manager's position; nope, much more than that, but everything takes damn time, and I am ok with that.
I have purchased a flat, own a car, and have a five-digit salary. I am 22 years old, and I am proud of achieving so much so soon. I am lacking in salary and designation. Whatever I am earning is not suitable or adjustable for what I am doing in return for the company. I will turn into a big asset, just waiting for the perfect opportunity, and I am fucking grabbing it.
Occasional hookups for removing stress and hitting the pub for relaxing are my present diversion.
When I was 19 years old, my father passed away. Finally, he took it and gave us relief. We were spending money on him in vain. Both I and my mother were aware, but we didn't give it a second thought. There was a slight hope of his recovery, but at last, water was poured when he passed away in the middle of the night. Well, I didn't shed tears as pathetic as it sounds because most of the time, I saw him glued to bed. where the so-called emotions would flow, and I lack that part.
After one round of emotional damage, I kept everything in check.
After graduating, I didn't waste my time, not even a day. Immediately, I hunted for jobs. Hard work always pays off, and yeah, success eventually followed me. Working from a young age turned me into a hard worker. I never waited for the opportunity to show itself or knock at my doorstep. I turned every stone to reach this level, and yeah, I am smart in my own way.
After purchasing the flat, I requested my mom move in with me, but she didn't. She was emotionally attached to our old flat, and I stopped bugging her. She cautioned me to visit her for 15 days once without giving any reason, to which I agreed. Without her threatening words, I was going to do the same.
I was at my desk doing work when my manager called and informed me about an upcoming meeting. The meeting was related to the acquisition of Sheik and Co., which is running at a loss. I had dealt with mergers of companies, but never with acquisitions. So, this was going to be my first experience, and I am so thrilled.
My biggest question. Can a meeting related to an acquisition take place without a CEO? What a dumb question! Of course, fucking not, and I am not going to miss this opportunity because of anyone. I want every possible experience to grab every fucking opportunity, and so this meeting.
No matter how much I boost myself, the other part of me does not want to face him.
Should I blame destiny? Na, I think I should blame my carving to reach my goal of reaching top-level. In the first place, I knowingly attended the interview and did my best to grab the position, so why the hell should I blame destiny? I am solely responsible for where I am, and I should face him, and it was time.
I don't get along with human connections apart from my mom. He was like a miracle, where I got attached and something felt with him. That was my first time trying a relationship with the wrong person. Why the hell should it be him? Lucky me.
I have friends. Now and then, I will get calls from my relatives and cousins. But I am not attached to anyone. Sympathy is the word I hate the most. I hate taking and giving. I hate showing sympathy for anyone's misery, and the same applies to me too.
I always see my dad on the bed. Mom's suffering and sacrifices toward us. This was enough to make me focus on my career. I saw the reality at a very young age: everything revolves around money and status. One day I am going to achieve my goal; until then, I am not going to take rest and overcome every obstacle.
Like now, my bloody ex.
It was time for the meeting with my manager. I was making my way to the meeting room. Other employees had already gathered together. I had boosted enough still, and I prayed for him not to show up. This is not how I am going to overcome obstacles; there is still nothing wrong with praying, right? I don't want to face that bloody, handsome face. It's been years still; betrayal is betrayal.
I took my seat beside my manager, who was chatting with some colleagues. It was time, and yeah, show time. Raphael entered the cabin and took his seat in the dead-end corner. I was relieved that where I was sitting would cover my existence for the whole meeting. I sighed of relief.
The meeting started. The department of mergers and acquisitions manager started explaining everything about the company-related benefits post-acquisition. He was also explaining other related things about Sheik and Co., inside things too, which are known to handy people. I like these things, knowing in and out of the company. Things revolve around top-level employees. Loopholes in every damn thing. Gaining knowledge about these things gives me strange satisfaction. Knowledge will come in handy someday. As I said, I like to play dirty when getting my way.
I may have worn specks, but I am a whole different person.
It was a three-hour meeting, and finally, it was wrapped. I gathered too much information from today's meeting and the ultimate agenda of the day to have dinner and sleep.
Everyone was making their way out. Still, Raphael was in the meeting room discussing something. I was beside the manager, safely trying to move out at the earliest. My manager was trying to discuss things, and my sole attention was getting out of here without getting noticed.
Why am I acting like a criminal? It should be the other way around, but still, my focus is on getting out of this damn door.
I was at the door when I heard. "Reece Damon, can I have a word with you?" In the tip of my tongue, the word 'fuck off' was lingering. I wanted to so badly, but of course, I held my back. My manager and a few other employees were still in the room. By patting my shoulder, my manager left the cabin along with others.
I really thought I made it for the day. Just great.
By turning to face him, I loosen my tie. Unknowingly, an exhausted sigh left my mouth. He was smiling. Damn that smile and him.