SHAWN
“Babe, where are you going? It’s too early…”
Miranda groaned sleepily, her manicured hands lazily reaching out to clasp around my forearm as I tried to slide out from beneath the sheets.
I gingerly took her hands, attempting to pry her fingers off my skin, but she instantly tightened her grip, her eyes shooting wide open as she shook off the remaining sleep.
“I have to go to work,” I muttered limply, the words tasting like vermin in my mouth.
I had woken up with the stifling, painful knowledge that I was no longer the Managing Director of the corporation that had stayed in my family for decades, passed down from generation to generation.
Instead, I was a mere clerk. A data processing clerk.
Of all the worthless things to be in this world, of all the insulting positions Elar
