Ibraheem Shaffer would never willingly cede power this early. He was only fifty-eight years old. Structured in his own way, he possessed a sharp mind. Despite the constant coordination of handling his businesses he still manages to stay on track in maintaining a healthy life. My father is beloved by the board. His life revolved around work. He still has a lot to tend too but he still hounds over me, reminding me about getting married. He was undeniably been persistent with me during every video calls I did with him during those late afternoons. I did what I was told just with the sole purpose of winning over pleasing my father again for a dozenth of time. On the other hand, this was not the version of me that my mother wanted. She wanted me to become jovial. To appreciate everything in life, even the smallest of things. She wanted me to live life, to fully live it not just for the sake of living just because it's meant to be that way. She wanted me to live life in accordance with being free to fly. She was a dreamer, a lover of life. I love life too. But loving life how my mother wants me to, is something I couldn't live. I was built for a structured system. I wasn't meant to live my life trying to go with the flow. It didn't work for me. I tried to live a normal life, the way she wished me to have. She tried to do everything to make our family life seems to be one compared to the normalities. But she failed. She is and will still be a part of a family of aristocrats. She can never be unchained from her roots. She married my father for love. My father married her out of fulfilling his duty to his family and hers. And now... I massaged the bridge of my nose, before bringing my fingers to touch the tip of my jaw. I did the same thing my father did too years ago. But his and my reasons were different. My reason is different. Very different from what he had in mind back then... My father is still a busy man. He still loved his work. Too dedicated, too passionate about his corporate life that he had forgotten about his wife—the love of his life who was waiting for her in their domicile. I could think about the absurdity of their situation. My mother loves her husband with all of her heart, mind, and soul. But his husband seemed to love his own power that shielded his businesses rather than paying attention to the woman who loved her through the years. He called me at around 7 o'clock in the morning. I assumed that he called because he wanted to ask about his son's state. But when I saw his face appeared in the screen, instead of saying his hello he suddenly started informing me about the the other members of the executives that were in the running for the CEO position. He said no warnings. He didn't provide me any more details other than the date and time of the vote. My eyes landed on the glass I have in the side. I ran my distracted hand over the alcohol in the glass, taking a strange solace in its smooth curves. “When do you think the news will be out in the prying eyes of the public?” Niccolo asked. I shook my head at him. My eyes still remained in the movement of the liquid as I stirred the glass in circle. “I don't know.” I started. “It might happen tomorrow. Might appear on tabloids in the next few weeks. Which clearly means that for the next coming months, all eyes would be on me.” More eyes waiting for me to fuck up. To which will know that I will never let it happen. It will never would. I had always done things perfectly. It is brought into my awareness once again that this is something that I also will never fuck up. I wasn't worried about what will the outcome might be. But it's the timing that bothered my spirit. It's making me feel twisted about what will be the occurrences that will take place that will become a highlighting experience for my career. It placed me into a muddled pool of uneasiness. I couldn't brought myself to move the side of my lip to even curved a smirk to be shown on my face no matter how I find my situation in a state of irony. If Niccolo had noticed my muted situation. How I force myself right at this very moment to still feel a bit of enthusiasm in my spirit, he didn't managed to catch on my reaction. “The company will be going to have a field day.” I could practically see the calculations running through his head as I captured how he lifted his head immediately to give me a look. In the past, I would’ve called Liam first to tell what's going on with my life that bothers me and I will be letting out the sweats of my worries have its way out through my skin. Him and I will be in the boxing ring, having to let ourselves have an interactive game of letting each other have the chance to through out some exchanging punches. But ever since he tried to keep his distance, dragging himself into a situation that's been even making things worse. He's acting like a fool and a corward at the same time. It was harder than trying to pry a bone as a bait for a dog you treasured. It was probably for the best that he showed me that he could do things like that. If it's Liam who's in front of me right now, he would see right through the composed mask that was written all over my face. Whereas Niccolo only cared about logic, logistics, and the one he's after for. He's the kind to think that if something didn’t let him have an upper hand over whatever his handling nor it helps in expanding the numbers in his bank account, he didn’t give a shit. I suddenly smirked at the thought. I don't give a damn too in most things in life. It's something that I saw as an advantage.
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