"Sorry I don't have time for your childish games," he sneered at me. I didn't like the way that these words added weight to my shoulders, as if every word was more pounds to add on before I was pushed overboard and left to drown in my own self-pity. "You don't have time for anything, all you do is work and worry and god you sound like my dad. Why are you in such a rush to grow up?" I hated the way my feelings fell out like a dam breaking, but the flood was coming and I couldn't stop it now, "As soon as you take over your father's job, you'll become your dad. You won't have time for anyone but your business investors and your secretary when you sneak a quickie in before a board meeting. Isn't that such a sad and pathetic way to live? Do you really want that for yourself?" He glared at me. He hated me. He hated what I was saying. Not because he thought I was wrong, but because he knew I was right. This stupid internship was just the beginning of the end and if he didn't stop and smell the roses now, then he never would.