"All good things must come to an end." -Steve Waugh.
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I sat in my leather seat with my eyes shut, a blissful smile on my face.
My fingers lightly tapped on the arm rest as I hummed a soft tune.
Slowly opening my eyes, I peered out my office's window.
I faced away from my glass desk and looked through the transparent windows that played the role of walls.
There was a beautiful view of the city and I couldn't help but stare like I have been for the past few months.
It had been months. I now owned my own company; Peterson's Industries. To carry on my parents legacy, I also associated with the selling and purchasing of expensive, rare and almost ancient jewelry. I also opened up a couple of stores named after my mothers maiden name in her honour.
At first, it was a struggle. I h
