JORDAN
I just about hit the roof as I stare at the numbers on the screen. It appears the sleepless nights and long meetings haven't paid off like I expected.
I don't know whether to scream, rip my hair out and slam the computer against the wall, or head to the nearest bar and drink till my belly swells and my breath reeks of nothing but alcohol. I loathe failure. I've spent years building my life, climbing ladders, and reaching the skies. I try not to groan as I skim my eyes across the screen for the tenth time in less than an hour.
Experience has taught me that for one to win, they need to keep pushing.
Nelson surprises me by sliding a glass of amber liquid across the desk. My shoulder aches as I stretch out a hand to grab it. I need to visit the gym soon. The home gym isn't ready ye
