The drive back to my apartment at Tall Springs was muddled by the thoughts that disheveled my mind.
I was so pissed, all my life it seemed everything I did was either arranged or plotted. I hadn't even wanted to be the CEO, there were times I allowed myself to dream about other things. Other pursuits. Things I could have been had I not been entangled with the name 'Wellington'.
I imagined myself being an artist, with a studio downtown where I would create paintings and artworks worthy of international accolades while listening to my favorite songwriters.
Or a solo designer who worked for no one, selling my designs to the highest bidder.
