Power is Pleasure.

Girls Trip

"But caaaaaat!" My best friend Delilah says while throwing her arms up exasperatedly. We have been inseparable since we were 6 years old when she stole my favorite crayon in 2nd grade. When we were 12 she gave me a crayon that was the same color to make up for it though. "We just HAVE to go to Italy!" Here we go again, she's been trying to get me to go with her to Italy for a month now. I've said no every time because I don't like vacations, anytime away from work is wasted time. And time is money, I never waste money. "Delilah I'm not going on vacation, you know that I-" I was cut off when she interrupted me with her squeaky, high pitched voice I've come to love. "You don't go on vacation because wasted work time is wasted money, yeah I know." She says while rolling her eyes. I glare at her then grin. I just can't resist. "You know, if I didn't make as much as I do by working so much u wouldn't be wearing those red bottoms I got you for your birthday." I say while looking down at her feet and raising my eyebrow playfully, thinking of how I would never spend so much money on myself. I mean yeah, I have a lot of expensive things but their all for the appearance I have to have as a CEO of a flourishing cosmetic company. "Yeah, yeah, but we never hang out anymore. We used to always spend the weekends at each other's houses, and I know you miss my mom." She says in a whiny voice while grinning at me. She knows she's right, and I know she's right. Delilah's mom Angela is kind of my mom in a way. She's always been there for me and I love her like family. No, she IS family. Yeah, there's no getting out of this. I kinda wanna go but I love my work, more importantly I love making money and being able to spend it on other people.
"Delilah, when have I ever "needed" a break from work?" I make sure to use quotation gestures while I say needed just to make sure that I get the point across that I really don't want to go on this trip. I guess a part of me wants to go on a vacation, but the other part of me says that there's still a bunch of work to be done here. Oh, to hell with it, I mean, two weeks away to Italy won't hurt right? "Fine, we can go to Italy if you want." I sigh. "REALLY!?" she says while jumping out of her chair and hugging me. "You won't regret this!" She squeals while running out of my office. She looks back at me when she reaches the door "I have to go book our flight and find a hotel room for us!" She say excitedly. Just then she trips and falls over her own feet. It's probably because of the shoes I think to myself. I shake my head and laugh clutching my stomach as I sit down in my chair to finish my work.

Two hours have passed since I started typing the email I'm sending to the company I was going to collaborate with to tell them I don't want to work with them anymore. I've only written two paragraph's. Ugh. Why is this so difficult? I look up at my gold framed clock mounted on my wall to see if it's time to leave for the day. It's 9pm already, so I'm gonna send everyone home and leave. I get up out of my chair and put my laptop in my Prada work bag and lock my office door on my way out.

As I'm walking out of the building I see Janice, our office maid. She looked panicked. "Jan, are you ok?" I asked. "Miss! Oh,yes, I'm fine!" She sounded out of breath. "Are you sure your alright?" I asked again. "Well... my son just got admitted to the hospital with a fever from the daycare, don't worry miss I'm not leaving!" She said in a pained, scared voice. "Jan, if your son is sick you should take time off, is 3 or 4 days enough?" I asked her in a reassuring voice, trying to calm her. "Oh thank you miss! Thank you so much!" She said in a thankful voice as she rushed out of the building. "Jan!" I yelled after her. "Yes miss!" She yelled back in an out of breath voice. I ran up to her with my checkbook and wrote up a check for $10,000. "Here, take this for the hospital bill Jan-" I handed her the check. "Oh miss I can't accept this you have already been so generous to me-" I quickly cut her off because I wanted her to have the money so she could take care of herself and her son. Her husband died in Ukrain during their war with Russia. Jan and her son moved down here so they could have a better life. I found her wandering looking for a job 2 years ago and offered her a cleaning position for my building. We have been friends ever since. "Janice, please take it." I told to her in a soft pleading voice. Urging the check into her adrenaline induced— shaking hand. What I didn't expect was for her to hug me. We are friends but we have never hugged.  "Thank u so much miss, you don't know how much this means to me and my family." She was crying now. "It's quite alright Jan, anytime, just let me know if you need anything." I was smiling now because it felt nice to help people when I can. I patted her on the shoulder, said a quick goodbye and headed to my car to go home.

Once I arrived home I greeted my husky shepherd, Soph, at the door. I got changed into my black silk pajamas, had a glass of my favorite white wine, and passed out with Soph at the foot of my California king— sized bed. (Picture of Soph above)