Against my will

Chapter 1

I awoke with a throbbing in my head and sunlight steaming through my blinds. My joints ached as I stood up and walked to the bathroom. "I'm never drinking again" I thought to myself.

I turned on the shower and stepped in letting the scorching water refresh my senses. Feeling rejuvenated I stepped out and wrapped myself in a fluffy white towel. When I walked back into my bedroom I got dressed in a black pencil skirt, white 3-quarter length sleeve shirt, that made my tanned skin look even more tanned, and black heels. I left my hair in its natural waves and walked to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

The caffeinated goodness relived me of my throbbing headache and perked me up a bit. In all my 27 years of life I've never wanted a cup of coffee more. It was now 8:00 am, I had an hour till work, after spending a couple extra years in university I graduated with all I needed to become psychiatrist. I became quite successful in a very short amount of time and now I have my own practise and my own floor in a prestigious building that is home to many other prosperous businesses.

My office was on the 48th floor with, two walls of floor to ceiling windows, a fresh cream rug covering black granite flooring and comfortable seating surrounding a glass coffee table.
I left my house and got in my matte black Audi R8 spyder and drove to work. My car is my one and only true love, even though my parents think it's too flashy.

It took about 20 minutes to get to my office. I got the usual hellos from everyone, Garret the doorman, Eric and Daphne who work in the coffee shop. I ran to the elevator before it left and hit the button for the 48th floor.
As I soon as I got there my PA and apprentice, Chris, bombarded me with questions of where I've been, how my weekend was and how many evaluations I have to assess.

As bad as I wanted to I couldn't just tone out his voice. Chris is a great asset and extremely intelligent. With dark hair, that is always perfectly arranged, bright green eyes, olive skin and a toned physique he's not too bad on the eyes either. But no matter how pretty he is I still couldn't help but want to stop his yapping, because it is making my already throbbing headache worse.

I already needed another coffee to get me through this gruelling day.

But with a fake smile, and a coffee induced burst of energy, I put a spring in my step and sat down at my laptop ready to work.