King of Nothing

Then (3)

I miss not having do many regrets. For instance back when my business was booming and I could care less about anything that happened.

It was a regular day at the job. I was the only of the business Christoff and I talked about two years earlier.

After we created that brilliant idea, I got selfish and wanted it for myself. So I ditched him and pursued this business idea all on my own. But that's okay. It was for the better.

I wasway more successful because of it. People say that two wrongs don't make a right, but back then I though they were wrong, it does, and it sure as hell worked for me. I was making more money than ever. 

My app and business made me a millionare. IMoney wasn't an object for me. I had it all, the girls, the life, and the money. It was a beautiful life back then. 

"Good morning boss." A man I didn't bother getting to know spoke to me. That was another perk of being the owner of a million dollar business, they would all kiss up to you like you were sacred or something. It was fricking great! They would legitamtely rub your feet if you asked them too. 

"Good morning..." I replied. I didn't know his name at the time. I was a little bit of a douchebag back then. I treated everyone like garbag, especially my co-workers. 

He smiled at me nervously. I remeber leaving it at that and residing to my office to go through all the memos and emails I get spammed with on a daily basis. 

I sat down and got to work. Clicking through spam, and shuffling through meaningless papers I could always get someone else to sort though. But I was the boss, and I at least had to look like dooing something, even when I hardly ever was. 

I was interrupted when someone pounded on the double glass doors that sealed my office shut from all the hustle and noise. "Come in!" I shouted, just to make sure my lovely secretary heard me correctly. Oh I liked her, not only was she an efficient worker, but she was quite the attraction with a beauty in the front, and a party in the back. 

"Hey Mr. Maverick. I took the liberty of picking up the mail for you, and a few letters came in. Here you are." Melanie spoke with her sweet nightingale voice. 

"Thanks, hun. Talk to you later." I winked at her, I was foolish back then. To think I actually had game and that I could get that? I must have been drunk or something.

As I sifted through the tons of mail my eyes came across one official looking letter. It has a vanilla coloured envelope and it had a professional looking stamp and seal slapped onto it. I opened it, curious to see what it was. I can laugh now at how oblivious and stupid I was back then. 

As I read the letter momentarily after I opened it. I skimmed it though, because I was impatient and official things always bore me. But the shock value of it still remained the same. After all I was getting sewed for three million dollars for stealing my best friend, Christoff's business idea.