Sour Patch

10

(Jason's pov)

Thursday, one of the most hated days following Monday. It was on this day that I woke up in a great mood. The best mood that I have had all month. I ended up flying through my morning routine and arrived at work earlier than I expected. Which was a good thing considering how lazy I had become over the last few weeks. Depression or not my company needed to keep charging forward, and even though it was able to completely function without me I wanted to be the one at the forefront blazing the trail for my business. Slowly  I made my way through the floors of my company taking a look around at each sections planning and ideas for the coming up quarter after conferring with each department head about my thoughts, issues, and potential ideas for them I had finally made it to my office. 

Right after I sat down at my desk Trixie decided to waltz through my door waving around a paper bag, which she proceeded to slam down onto my desk. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Cocking my head to the side I looked at the clock behind her, "It is only three o clock Trix, whats the problem?"

"Don't you sass me boy, what time did you waltz into this building today?"

"Six." I stated with pride. "The earliest I have been in at least a year."

She sat down on the couch sitting along the wall of my office and leveled me with an intense glare. " And please pray tell where where you for NINE FREAKING HOURS JASON!" 

"I was checking on my business and running this establishment that several hundred people rely on to feed and clothe their families Trixie, what pray tell were you doing for those nine hours?" I coldly responded leaning back in my chair folding my hands together "If you had needed me there were several ways for you to get a hold of me; for example My cellular device, my pager, the intercom system, the interoffice phone system, and the mail boys to name a few. If you had needed me or if I had a meeting that I have missed it was your job as my secretary to inform me, by any of these means. you wont let me take care of you, you insist you need work, yet you are mad that I spent less than 15 minutes on each floor checking on the individual departments that allow us to work up top. Would you like to try again?"

Trixie looking shocked at my out burst towards her seemed to deflate just a tad. By screaming at me she had snuffed out my happy mood that I had held onto. I was never the cold business man towards her, she had always seen the crazy side of me, but she also did not realize that only a select few have seen me like that. Slowly she stood up and walked to me, braving my glare to grab my hand.

"Sweet boy, you know I didn't mean anything by that. In the bag is a lunch with extra muffins, and I restocked your waters in the mini-fridge under your desk. You need to take a break every once in a while, please don't go that long without taking a break again." She pat my hand and walked out the door, leaving me to drown in the guilt that I dared try to reprimand her.

Rubbing my hands across my face and heaving a sigh, I stood up and followed Trixie through the door. Walking up to her, I leaned down to give her a hug. "I'm sorry Trix, I just, god I don't know why but you yelling at me just really put me into a sour mood."

"Sweet boy, you need to learn to relax and to let go... let go of all the toxic waste in your life." She crooned as he began to smooth down my hair. " I haven't seen you this torn up in a while. you weren't even this bad when you first collapsed on my porch, you little ratty thing you." she chuckled then looked me dead in the eyes. "You listen to me this one time young man, you need to walk out of this building you have obsessed over, and don't you come back until you are happy and satisfied in where your life is headed. you appoint someone to look after things and go."

"Alright Trix." I sighed as I stood up and went back to my desk.

I ate the lunch she had brought me and mulled over her words for the next three hours. She was right, trying to do business while distracted was, well bad for business. I couldn't really focus, I was just using work as a means of escape. making my workplace, my company a negative place. But the real question was who did I trust enough to leave my life in their hands while I figured out my personal problems. After the three hours I felt like an idiot, of course I should put the person I trust most in charge. so I quickly typed up an email to all the employees gathered my things and walked up to Trixie.

"Your right." I said as she nodded "Also your in charge." with that I strolled out of the office leaving a bewildered Trixie in my wake.