My alarm goes off at 6 in the morning to give me time to get ready for the day. I hop out of bed and go take a short and sweet shower, making sure the water is cold to help wake me up. Once I am out of the shower, I carefully put on my suit and head to the office.
My work day consists of me placing orders, yelling at subordinates, going to various meetings, meeting clientele, promoting those we cannot afford to lose, and writing reports.
After a 12-hour shift, I arrive home ready to finish some paperwork that needs to be finished by tomorrow. One of the many maids brings me some cubed chicken and vegetables for supper. I finished my paperwork and began to eat my delicious meal.
My mother sends in a maid with various applicants that she deems worthy of being my wife. I begin to sort through them, declining all of them because not one is a little, and they all wear way too much makeup and dress up to be the perfect trophy wife. Not something I am interested in.
I head out to the bar that I own, as I usually do, and just relax for a couple of hours. Once I return home, I head to bed to get read for another day of the exact same thing.