Therapist - Short Edition

The Evening Fall

"Gosh damn! Finally!"

I spent the day yearning for my Friday night's whims. Now my heels are reaching the company's exit door line. I walk in a quick step as I cross the parking lot, feeling the spring's wind blowing the golden strands of my hair that shimmered in the cloudy twilight. Dry grains of dust blew over the surface of my eyes making them slightly closed as I move toward my chauffeur, who was waiting me for a ride.

Joseph had a clean shaved face. Ruthlessness oozed from his icy eyes, which made him look like a bad guy, rocking his crossed legs while his slanting body lounged on the car's hood. He wore a suit, that went with his black hair combed back faultlessly. His wander sight was looking for something lost at the horizon when he lighted a cigarette.

He had no sooner blew a first puff of smoke and throw it out at the moment he noticed my presence. "Madam...", he said, getting on his feet and opening the car's door, thereafter bending his face to receive me in a servant manner.

I entered silent turning off my phone. I didn't want anyone annoying my free time. I was exhausted and my tiny body deserves a rest after that bitter day. I closed my eyes, relaxing my head on the back cushion. When I heard the sound of engine's starting, I just left my body flow with the car's movements and my soul drowned in temptation. I can't think about anything else than my Friday night. Oh! My Friday nights! No one knows what I did or the purpose of my weekly travels, either. But I know and love what happens at ours frightening dawns.

I get a ride with my chauffeur, who delivers me front her home, and I walk through her fancy gardens to the wicked chamber of pleasures. There my body gushes as my nerves reach the extreme of senses. Just thinking on it, I feel a spicy warmth shaking my deeper guts at the back seat. My heart swells lunging my chest and I shouldn't demonstrate my anticipation, despite I was so longing, that I thought the eighty minutes would last forever.

The thunder's mumbles coming from far forewarned we shall get a bad time. It was the only sound that disturbed my pace. Joseph remained still. He was so quiet that sometimes I felt like he wasn't there, and it's the reason why I loved him, because he never talk so much. I don't even need to tell him what he ought to do. He knows all my routine, though he doesn't know what I do. He seems not to care about that and never let his curiosity reach my drawer or my private space, either. Good servant, he knew how to segregate personal life from his work and do exactly what he was paid to do: DRIVE.

It was the feeling I love the most. I delight in the way I can find the proper person to satisfy all my wishes and how many people do wish to serve someone like me? I love the feeling of having them all begging for my attention. I love the power at my hands, a privilege reserved for a woman in my position. I'm a princess ruling the market chains of beauty technologies. When you got rich and reach a respectful place in society, you find people praying to kiss your heels and they would even lick your butt after you have pooped if you ask, but don't be fool, they will never love you. They are just poor envious and all they want is to overthrow your success to plunder the money and power that comes with it.

Suckers! They dream of being on my place, but they have never imagined how overburden it can be. Indeed, very few people have any idea about how much endeavor I must to devote for lead my affairs and the crushing responsibility that it brings. Think about each variable that impacts my every day procedures and how many bad occasions are surrounding my business. You can't guess how stressful it can be, specially when things go wrong.

Sometimes shit happens and believe, failure has a high price! A VERY WRETCHED HIGH PRICE!

"Strategy", this word has ruled my life since I have spoke my first word. I think strategically at the moment I wake up till the instant when my eyes get close sleepy. It is all I must to care. Domination. Business is domination. It isn't so different from the life's struggle in the forest. Nature is a great war and even trees have to fight each other to grow. Stronger ones shall engulf the weaker. It is matter of survive or be annihilated.