Casper
Irritation clogged my veins, making it hard for me to concentrate on the meeting going on right in front of me.
At thirty-seven, I had everything going on right for me. I loved power, and never once let up the opportunity to grasp more, and in ways that were both fair, and not so fair, but necessary. People feared me, and I reveled in it.
It was what got me to where I was.
I sat at the head of the conference table of my company, surrounded by the shareholders as they argued back and forth about a topic I had long since forgotten.
Heck, all I wanted to do was get the f**k out of here. Anywhere was better than sitting and listening to all the noise.
She had f*****g left me.
I had opened my eyes that morning to see her side of the bed empty.
No woman had ever done that to me.
