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It was 5 a.m. when Ian Miller's lound alarm clock went off. He wasn't startled, or annoyed. This has become a routine, almost a ritual for him. His heavy hand, covered in small bushes of hair smacked the snooze button and immediately silenced the alarming waves that flew throughout his bedroom. After which, he turned off the fan, wiped the small puddles of sweat off his face and simply layed on his bed, unmotivated to start the day.
However, Ian was that man that a lot of people wished they could be. He was in his late 20s, and graduated from Oxford University with an Economics degree six years ago. Though his young age he had built up a multimillion dollar technology company. From the outside looking in, he was smart, not bad looking at all and had everything that money could buy.
Whenever he was seen his public there was always an infectuous smile on his face. He was known for his unlimited supply of jokes, but little did the public know that his 'infectuous smile' was nothing but a public act to hide his misery from the world. He had everything to everyone, but to himself he had nothing.
