𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴

𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦

𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴

I ran my hands through my hair, thinking about the idiot who tried to get me to invest in his towel business. I wrote out some emails to the rest of my clients responding to their offers.

"Mr. Devon-" Pamela came into my, interrupting the thoughts I had on the email. Now I couldn't even remember what I was going to write.

"What is so important that you had to literally make me loose my train of thought?" I sighed already having a stressful morning.

"I-I'm sorry Mr. Devon, but-um-" she kept stuttering like an idiot.

"God fucking damn, spit it out!"

"Mr.Calhoun is here, he wants to discuss a business that is eco-friendly and that everyone will love-"

"Tell him to schedule a meeting, I have to go to another one right now"She nodded quickly running out. I rolled my eyes, re-reading what I was writing then finishing it up.

I got up fixing my blazer, then walking out of my office to another meeting.

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The more I thought about the guy trying to get me to invest in his business idea the more I wanted to kill myself. This was was 8th meeting today, and it's fucking 3 pm. I still have about 5 more meetings, then answering emails.

When is this man going to shut up. I was already bored with the worthless idea, I looked at the small cloud I drew on the packet paper. The president of the company, Mark, which is this guy who think is better then me but is not, started to agree with the idiot business.

"What do you think Mr. Devon?" The man asked me, I stood up dusting the lint off my arms slightly.

"I'm not interested-" Mark stood up handing me the paper to sign.

"Devon this is the perfect business to invest in"

"I said I'm not interested, you just wasted my time with a pathetic business idea" I walked out of the room looking at my watch, time for another meeting. I took out my phone checking if there were any updates, on meetings, emails and other things.

I noticed, Pamela called me two times, so I called back, to make sure it wasn't anything urgent.

"Hello? Mr.Devon?"

"Why did you call twice?" I leaned on the wall waiting for her response. She sounded too nervous to even talk. "Pamela?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking because you have 2 more meetings to go to after the next 5 but your late to the lunch with ..... Kendall, do you want me to cancel the lunch since you are already late? Or do you want me to cancel the meetings?" How the fuck did I forget about lunch today? I sighed to myself muttering some slurs here and there.

"At what time was the lunch?" I pinched the bridge of my nose hoping it wasn't too late.

"Well it was around 2 but it's almost 4 so I don't know if you want to-"

"Cancel the meetings, Im done for the day just send me the meeting schedule tonight" I hung up quickly walking towards the elevator. Sadly Mark got in before the doors closed.

"Are we going to the next meeting?" He asked me standing up straight, trying to impress me. I rolled my eyes annoyed of his presence.

"No, meetings are canceled go answer some emails at the office." The doors opened, thank god. I was close to killing the guy. I walked out grabbing my the keys to my black Bugatti Chiron. I sped through all of San Francisco trying to get to her house. She probably thinks I stood her up or something.