Fuck it’s a Friday ! You wake up feeling nauseated from the
previous evening’s humiliation in the board room. You wake up and caress your
son whom you only get to see sleeping nowadays. He is asleep while you make your
way to office in the morning and he is already asleep by the time you get home
from said office. You reason out saying that it’s a price you are paying
for the position you hold and then feel nauseated again. You pick up your
mobile wondering what other message may have crept into the phone while you lay
hurt on bed. There is none, which you find surprising and a cold wave makes it
way up your spine.. why no messages ?You see the time on the mobile instead and
an urgency to take a dump, shave, shower, dress up, stuff up and make your way
to the board room to face further humiliation takes precedence over seeing your
son sleep.
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