~Ethan~
L.A, California
Heavy weight laid on my chest yet, I was unable to drive it aside due to the throbbing pain in my head, so I let myself indulge in the moment.
I was past that age when hangovers gave you pain; to me hangovers were a sanctuary-an escape to the beyond. I didn't mind my head spinning or my eyes going blurry, it had become a sort of pleasure for me, and with that ecstacy I would paint my heart out.
And now I was on a boat that would sail me to the cloud nine; slowly I felt weightlessness, rising up in the air, breaking my limitations and suddenly I was in dancing amid my paintings, in a studio with ash white paint all over the walls. So, this was one of the frequent places I visited during my trance and the only serenity I had in my life, all else was darker than the deepest piths. I enjoyed and danced- twirling in the ambience. All of a sudden, the paintings I created came to life, I could see all the hues splashing out of canvas, engulfing me in a secretive euphoria. I liked this trance the best.
*****
Awoken by the dazzling rays, I opened up my eyes to the sunlight streaking my face, for a moment I gazed the rays in the eye as if it were a game of eye contact and I was taking the lead. Just as I delved into the scene, a squeaking voice interrupted me, as I turned to discover who it was, my blood raged. What the hell she was doing till now?
''CAMERON! Come to my room right away and take that thing that's sleeping on my bed. How many times do I have to remind you that I don't want ANY girl in the morning, I have a hell of business ahead. Now come here and take her away, and yes not to mention today I want oatmeal and my usual black coffee for breakfast. BE QUICK YOU DUMBASS!'' I snarled at him. I hated to see such an unprofessional attitude, badly wanting to smack that whore for staying in room for late. Like wasn't it evident that the prostitutes were paid to leave the bed after mating rather than being in bed. Nevertheless, I tried to compose myself for the last thing I wanted was to ruin my day when I had such an enormous armament contract awaiting me. So, I jumped into the shower- my second favorite relaxing spot- where I basked into the steam, with amber scents drifting past my nose. I sported my statement black dress pants and button down shirt, wore the true masculine scent of Dior Sauvage and of course my Rolex.
As I seated myself at the dining, Cameron came to brief me of the meeting he had with the assistant of DG. ''What an asshole that guy is! He believes I would settle for such a recompense, huh?'' I chuckled, ''Show him what it feels like to have my wrath.''
''Poor soul, I liked that guy by the way.''
''Oh, shut up. Remember whom you work for. Dismissed.'' I said while swaying him away with hand, ''If he refuses to return our man, shoot him right away, and as for our man, I'm sure they would knock his head off afterwards so, I need an alternative. It's your duty now to find me even better recruit someone who hacks soft wares and shoots too.''
''Aye-aye,'' Cameron said with his usual smirk.
Having finished my breakfast I headed towards the walk-in closet, pulled the drawer and preferred Glock-17 pistol, which I tugged in my belt. Now I was sober enough to make my contract with Italian armament producing company, hoping that we would come to better terms so that I could further strengthen my hold in L.A- cause nobody wants to mess up with gun loaded psychopath.
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