Struggle For Power [✓]

Chapter 17

I sighed at the two oversized piles of documents that I left with from the discussion with my father.

Apparently agreeing to do extra work just to help my father gather himself to fix the company was on the cards today and I had a feeling this wouldn't be the last favour I would be asked to do. I didn't mind, I've done it several times in the past. But I could tell the stress was beginning to alter my father's mood quite drastically. Even the bags under his eyes were enhanced more than usual. His temper was like a whirlwind.

I decided to get a quick head start on the work so I split the pile around halfway and began to work on the smallest chunk I had created. I already sensed this was going to take at least a whole day to finish by myself.

With a sip of the coffee I made to my father's demand, I prepared for the next few hours stuck against the wooden desk and in full work mode - my usual mode.

Maybe adding a little whiskey to the coffee would be a good decision at a time like this.

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I felt like my brain was imprisoned by this work. I couldn't find a reason good enough to pause for a second. It was like my conscious was entirely dead set on getting through the selected pile right now which didn't even seem to change in size no matter how much I go through. My mind must have been playing some kind of such horrid trick just to keep me glued to my place to finish off.

Not many things made my eyes alter from the documents. However, I was distracted by the sound of my phone which buzzed against the hard surface of my desk a single time. With a quick stretch of my muscles, I lazily reached for it and sighed to the message that was displayed in front of me.

Fredo : Can we reschedule? My mom has been sick majority of the night and she just wants to rest today.

I was rushed with a little disappointment, even though it was an understandable reason. I quickly typed a message back.

Me: I hope she feels better man, take all the time you need. let me know when she feels alright for a visit.

I decided to turn off my phone and I was prepared to go back into my strict mindset. The hour that passed was extremely slow and the thought of the pace not picking up for the next continuous hour made my eyelids become heavier at the thought.

I picked up my mug and the stone-cold substance was not adequate to satisfy my thirst as well as the caffeine rush I needed to stay awake - I needed to refill my energy.

I could bare a few minutes to breathe outside this environment. I take the mug and wonder out my bedroom and towards the kitchen area downstairs, where I could already hear the sound of pacing footsteps against the marble floor.

I entered the enlarge room and that's when she was back in my sights - a cloth in one hand and disinfectant spray in the other, tidying the sides which seemed to be already polished and clear of mess. The aroma of strong lemon and cleanliness was definitely present as the strong scent filled my nostrils at an instant.

"Hey." I introduce myself to her as I approach the already filled-coffee station. She turns her head in my direction but doesn't stop scrubbing in a fixed rhythm.