A GHOST WHO WALKED In.
ALEXANDER
The office was quiet, the kind of quiet that usually helped me think, helped me focus, helped me lose myself in the spreadsheets, projections and endless planning that had built everything I owned.
Today, the quiet was like every other day and I was refraining from groaning for the tenth time today. Every ten minutes, I smiled from the memory of the yacht.
It was actually good taking some time off work.
If only I didn't have a pile more work waiting for me after my well deserved break that didn't feel so deserved anymore.
I’ve been staring at the same page for twenty minutes, trying to get past it to almost no avail. The foundation's annual gala was three weeks away, and every year, the planning got more tedious.
Sponsors, seating arrangements, speec
