As I walked back into my office, shutting the door behind me as I don't want to be disturbed right now. I headed over to my desk, waiting for my computer to come to life.

I pulled up my schedule for the rest of the week as I now don't have anyone to tell me what was planned for me–and holy shit, this brainless bimbo really tried to screw my life up right now. She put everything out of order, some things on here don't even make sense, and worse of all–the spelling is atrocious.

I just sit here, at my desk, looking at the monstrosity you call a schedule.

A meeting with James Fortlord? At three o'clock in the morning? I don't even know who that is.

Trip to Las Vegas between December second till Christmas? What the hell.

There are some things that she got right at least but the majority of this is completely bullshit.

It was good that I fired her today, who knows what other things she could have messed up for me, I certainly dodged a bullet with that one.

I couldn't look at my computer screen anymore. So, at the last minute, I erased everything she had put down and decided to take the rest of the day off for myself. Even though I should be working right now, I think my brain is a little fried from just looking at my computer.

I then called Ruby over the phone to let her know that I will be taking the rest of the day off, and not to send anyone in my office, except for emergencies.

As I hung up, I just hoped Ruby will find me a replacement very soon, especially during these times of a new product launch.

I stood up and walked over to my window. I could see practically the whole city from here. My building is so tall that I could touch the clouds if I opened these windows.

But–of course, it wasn't always like this. I didn't even know that I would make it to where I am today.

I started Cantrell Corporation when I was a junior in college. It was just a small idea for an assignment for a business class, but then I expanded on that idea and before I knew it–I was pitching my business idea to a room filled with important people that would want to work with me.

It was hard starting this company, all I had were my ideas and determination, but those two things made my company grow into what it is today.

Cantrell Corporation is a product based company, we make fast and innovative products and customers consume it, pretty simply, although we had a few bumps in the road, we managed to compete with some of the biggest companies, like Amazon and Apple.

Now looking back to how I started and what I have gone through to get here, I should be proud of myself. I rose to the top–I'm living comfortably and I have such a successful career that I can retire right now and live on until I'm old and brittle.

But it still isn't enough–and I don't know why.

What if I haven't been enough? I could have been doing so much more than I am doing right now, I mean hell, people my age are doing so much more than and here I am, just standing around.

Whilst thinking about this, all of a sudden, my nose started to sting and my eyes started to water, like really water–then to my horror, a single teardrop came down my cheek.

I quickly wiped my cheek, and sighed, what the hell am I getting emotional for? There is no reason I should be worrying about what people my age are doing.

I became angry at myself, I shouldn't be tearing up in my own office, that was a stupid move.

Emotions only lead to problems that I couldn't solve, they only lead to weakness, and weak people don't survive in the corporate world. I know that.

Since I have so much free time on my hands that I started to tear up over nothing, then I should put myself to work and stop slacking off.

I pulled myself away from my window and sat back down at my desk, pulling out journals and reopening my computer. I put myself to work.

*
                                                                                 It felt like a century since I started working. I looked at my watch for the first time and it's only been three hours, and I finished so much during that time.

If someone were to walk in here and see what I was doing during those three hours, they might suspect that I went crazy in here–papers are scattered all over my desk, some papers reaching the floor when I didn't have enough room, pen and pencils everywhere, I have three computers open, and a chocolate bar resting on my desk, that have been half eaten.

But at least I got a lot of work done, I revived and edited how I wanted the launch to be, making sure it's up to my standards, and I even got started working on the next product.

I feel, for once, actually proud of myself, I don't think I felt this productive in days.

Then I think back to what happened three hours ago, I became vulnerable, in my own office, just because I was worried about something that I was making up in my own mind.

I need to remain strong, not just for myself and my sanity, but for my company. I heard a lot of stories where the CEO has a public meltdown and the whole company has to shut down, putting tens of thousands of people out of work.

Well, I'm determined to not end up with that, these people are counting on me to lead them towards something worth their while.

At the end of the day, I have a responsibility to do, and that's not sitting in my office crying like a little baby–I have to endure what is coming at me–I signed up to be in this world, now I have to make sure I can execute my job well.

My phone lights up, I pick it up, looking at the text before me.

'Wanna get brunch? On me'

I texted back, saying 'sure', I need a little break anyways, from everything that has happened this morning.

And brunch with some friends sounds nice, plus I haven't seen them in a while.

Cleaning up my desk areas, picking up the scattered papers, organizing them with paperclips and file folders, picking up my pen and pencils and shutting off my computers–I called my driver to tell him to drive me to the location where we are meeting.

Ms. Cantrell is getting off to a great start lol.

-Summer Roe