»Adam«

It was Monday again, I walked into the enormous building my father built with his sweat. As I walked in, I could feel the stares and whispers coming from the staff. They were probably thinking 'here comes the arrogant bastard'.

I couldn't care less about what they thought about me, most of the workers here are very judgmental and nosy, the first day my father introduced me to them, they went bunkers, saying that I wasn't his blood and therefore I won't know how to handle the business.

Ever since that day, I made sure not to show emotion to them. It might sound petty, but that's how I am.

I strolled out of the elevator and was greeted by my assistant Sandra. She is your typical assistant. . . She wears short skirts, too much make up and is always chewing bubble gum like a hyena.

I simply nodded and proceeded into my office, I let out a sign as a sat on my chair. Being a CEO of The Lorde Company, is a dream come true. I finally have pretty much everything, a loving mother, a supportive father and my favorite cousins.

I turned on my computer, looking through my schedule, I had a meeting in thirty minutes.

Great, I'll go down to the coffee shop for breakfast.

I quickly sprinted into my private elevator and went straight into the shop. I inhaled the divine aroma of fresh bread, pastries and coffee. I sat down on my usual spot by the window, I dropped my small diary and a few folders that I needed to sign.

Yes, I have a dairy, it holds special and painful events in my life. It helps me relax.

As I was scrolling through the menu a beautiful black lady walked up to me, I assumed she was here to take my order. I was so caught up in her beauty, that I didn't hear her speak.

". . . Sir, can you hear me?" The waitress whose name tag read: Airika, asked.

I love her name.

I cleared my throat trying to snap out of my trance, "Sorry, what?"

"Are you ready to order, sir?"

Her voice is magnificent, she was like an angel.

"Uh, yes I am. . . I'd like to have a regular coffee with cream and a cinnamon doughnut please."

She quickly scribbled it down on her notebook, before flashing me a heartbreaking smile.

It's official, she is going to break my heart.

When she turned around, I just couldn't stop myself from staring at her large behind.

Snap out of it!

A few minutes later and she was back, her beautiful glowing skin made her look stunning, I just couldn't get enough of her.

She placed my order in front of me and walked away, but not before saying: "Bon appetite."

As I indulged in my amazing breakfast, I shook my head, imagining how stupid I looked whilst talking to her.

Hopefully she won't think I'm a creep, or maybe arrogant. Most people always act as if they know me, speaking bullshït everyday about me, it's either on magazines, newspapers, tv or at the office.

It angered me when they talk about me, especially when they don't know shît, yet they claim that I'm arrogant.

My phone started ringing, it was Sandra my assistant.

What could she possibly want?

". . . Holy hell, I'm on my way."

I forgot about the meeting, thankfully I was almost done with my breakfast. I quickly put a hundred dollar note on the table and hastily grabbed my files, my fork fell onto the floor but I didn't care, I needed to get to the office.