Someone's Frustrated

Austin

It’s a good day. A really fantastic day, actually. Normally, I would have a love-hate relationship with Mondays but this time, I’m pretty okay with it.

I stare at my reflection in my bathroom mirror. My arms don’t make me wince. I’m in such a good mood that I barely pay them any attention.

I button up my long sleeves. No suit jacket today, I feel so light and calm.

I make my way over to my massive granite kitchen. The coffee has finished brewing and I make myself a cup. I even try to add some milk to it. Just for a change.

That was a mistake. I drain the liquid down the sink and make my usual black and strong cup.

When all is right with the world once more, I take my liquid gold and head to my office downstairs. It’s fairly early but I’m still hyped up.

Spending the weekend at your childhood crush’s place having a sex marathon can do that to you.

I just feel like this is going to be a great week.

I pass by my assistant’s little corner outside my door. She isn’t here yet