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Beginning

I am a hard man.

Every time I call myself that, it makes me feel that I deserve nothing but pain. That the world does not want me to be happy because I did something canny before. Maybe there are no rooms for a man like me. Maybe I do not really need to be part of this world. Maybe there is a world for me—that will suit me better.

Just maybe.

“Sir, your Cannes is almost in a nickel,” Dave informs me one morning, and I just nod. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing. Err, just chilling?” I move my glass of Bolinger, and he frowns. “Call Ferro to come here.”

“Copy, sir.”

“Dave.”

“Sir.”

“Nothing.”

He just nods and gets out of my room. I lift the glass to my lips, trying to forget yesterday's pains. How do people overcome such painful scenes in their lives? How can they be able to smile when they are striving inside? It is my wistful thinking with my hand grasping the glass, and the door clicks open.

Ferro walks in.

“Sir. You called.”

“Ferro. We’re not hiring for my EA?”

“You don’t need an EA, sir.”

I glare at him, he barely bows his head.

“I’m asking if we’re not hiring?” I repeat, and he nods. “Then open it.”

“For what, sir?” he asks, and I just bring my attention to my glass. “With all due respect, sir. W-why do you need an EA all of a sudden?”

“Can you do it?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“You’re dismissed.”

He gives me a skeptical look and turns, cocking his head to the side. Cannot believe what he just heard from me. I lean against the back of the hardwood chair as I sip on the Bollinger, smirking.

I hope she will apply.

A smirk again, and I shake my head. You are ridiculous, man. I close my eyes and rest the Bolinger on my stomach, as I listen to my breath, and cannot help but smile again.

You are nuts.

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