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Lowen had been through hell and back to get to where she is now - one of the world's best upcoming music artists. But after releasing a few hit singles she k...
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I woke up before my alarm today. Habit. Although I have no meetings, I'm usually up this time anyway so I went straight to my en-suite, switching on the cold water and stepping in. I'd fall asleep again if it's warm.
After barely three minutes I was stood in front of the mirror with a towel around my waist. The bathroom smelt like my deodorant and cologne while I scrubbed my teeth.
My hands wrapped around the pull-up bar on my doorframe and I found myself doing a couple to start my morning. "Nine... ten... Good morning, boy." The sound of my footsteps must have woke up Max, who came rushing into my bedroom, wagging his tail. "Hungry?"
He sat patiently on the floor while I dressed my bottom half and slipped my shirt on, not buttoning it up yet. He's smart enough to know my white bed sheets are a no-go zone for his black fur. "Let's get breakfast, buddy."
I turned on the radio as I walked past it, listening to a man with a terribly annoying American accent talk about politics. It's 5 a.m. Seriously?
Max must be thinking the same thing with the small yaps he was letting out. "I know, Max, he's boring me too."
I twisted the dial and landed on an old 80's song so I decided to stick with that.
"What do we think... bacon?" I showed him the packet from the fridge and he ran straight to my feet, meaning yes.
It sizzled in the pan and I began to button my shirt, tucking it into my trousers after. Max chewed his pink teddy bear keenly and waited for me to finish cooking. He's quite a patient dog, which is part of the reason we get along so well.
"Here you go, Max." He ran straight to his blue plate I placed on the floor, complimenting my cooking. "Is it good? Who am I kidding, of course it is, I made it."
I swapped the radio for the tv, watching the 'Morning News' while I ate my fry up. I was never big on breakfast but I don't take my lunch break until after twelve and that's a long time to go without eating. "Temperatures will range between 44 to 53 degr-"
I switched the channel onto Scooby Doo! for Max while I finished getting dressed.
I've gotten used to wearing suits on the daily. I guess I did it to myself - making myself my own boss. I can't complain though, it's the job I wanted and I got it. Suck on that, Mrs Cooper - my high-school literature teacher. I'll never forget her tight ass ponytails and massive forehead. And the way she favoured the girls of the class. Sexism works both ways, bitch.
But like all the people that have wronged me in the past, I've learn to rise above them. Samuel filled me with loads of zen shit when I met him, helping me 'let go'. That wasn't what made me hire him though, it was his degrees and experience and excessive knowledge for classic novels.
