Like Nobody's Business

The Sharpest Edges

Alexander Nixon

I took a seat around my kitchen island where my breakfast awaits, in my hand is the book 'The 48 Laws of Power.' Only a few pages were left before I'm finish reading it all. I don't usually do this every morning, most times I get straight to work. My days are consistently hectic so I only give myself a few chances to relax. Don't get me wrong, I like what I do so it's never an issue for me.

I separated the pages I had marked to remind of where I last stopped reading, after a quick sip of my tea I began. Every now and then I would glance up to admire the incredible view my house had. It overlooked the city Of California as I lived on the highest floor of the building. I watched the lights of the city slowly fade while the sky lit up to announce the coming of another day. I enjoy living here, I'm highly convinced I have the best view in the city. Glass windows from ceiling to floor for most rooms, everything had a modern design fit perfectly for my liking. My taste is impeccable and they will never not be. I work hard so I will live however I want.

Just as I planned I finished reading the last few pages of my book in time to take a relaxing dive in my pool. I went back to my bedroom to change into my trunks for swimming. As I said before; I like to treat myself to peace and quiet every now and then before work.

After a couple of laps, I floated around in the pool trying to dismiss my unwelcome thoughts about love. Since recently no matter how much I try to ignore my sudden need for affection it won't stop. I think this attitude and character I maintained over the past years has worn out and the action is coming to an end. My attitude of being independent and uninterested in the company of females. At one point my parents questioned my sexuality and I didn't allow them to wonder any longer. I simply explained that I was not interested in being in a committed relationship but now, I find myself occasionally thinking about life with a significant other. The last time I ever took a woman seriously was in college. I had done the unthinkable and graduated from high-school way earlier than I was to at the age of 16. I wasted no time enrolling myself into college, even my brother was surprised at my accomplishments. Often times he would hint that I want competing with him but that wasn't the case, I was just maximizing on my skills.

I graduated from college at the age of 20 years old, spent another 2 years being my parents' personal assistant. With that job came a lot of responsibilities that I had to teach myself how to carefully handle. Though it was a difficult job I grew to love it, I was very fond of the traveling that came with it as well as learning so many new and helpful things. It was around the third year of working for them that they decided to retire and pass the business over to me. Of course, they would still be overlooking me but I deemed myself able to manage on my own if anything were to go wrong. At that time I spent another year being expeditiously trained by them before everything became final. One year later and I'm sitting on top of the world.

The sound of my phone ringing loudly grabbed my attention and pulled me from my thoughts. I jumped out of the pool and grabbed my towel to dry my body before answering the call.

"Alexander, talk to me," I answered gently patting my face dry with the towel.

"Where the hell are you?" Adivia's voice boomed through the phone and I slowly lowered the towel from his face and readjusted the phone at his ears.

"Excuse me?"

"Alexander you were supposed to be here about an hour ago."

"I told you I wouldn't be in until ten today and it's only," I quickly check the time. "A few minutes until eight."

"No, you said--" I cut her off before she could finish because I remember telling her clearly.

"I'll be there soon."