Morgan had been filled with excitement all weekend about his date with a one in a million woman. In his free time away from the conference and his colleagues, he scoured the internet for good conversation starters and sought advice from his best friend Jackson. Morgan was not the best judge of character, especially when it came to women, but he was absolutely certain about his assessment this time.Today was D-Day and all the excitement had slowly been replaced by fear and anxiety. When this happened, it was only a matter of time until his mind went into overdrive. It would

 Maddison was in the parking lot of the Braccio Accounting Firm, waiting for her friend to show up. She extended the lease on the SUV for another week. Her prized convertible appeared to be in worse shape than she thought. As she sat in the large vehicle, she began her online search for a new car. She was not about to give up on the current one because of its sentimental value but one had to be prepared. Before she could move to the next website, the front passenger door opened.“I’m so sorry. That last bit of paper work took a little longer than I’d anticip

And the hits just keep on coming. Morgan slammed the door behind him as he returned to his apartment, barely two hours after he had left the very same place for work. His neighbours would most likely take offence with his actions but, for today, he couldn't care less. He went straight to the fridge, grabbed two bottles of Ludweiser and found a comfortable spot on the couch. Once again I'm alone with my demons. This will be a long couple of weeks.His work was not only his passion but also a welcome distraction from the tumultuous events of his life. It was a problem that he had spent months running away from, hoping against hope that it would either vanish or sort itself out. He knew for a fact that there were better and more effective ways to deal with it, one of which was forced upon him today.Morgan opened one of the bottles and took a gulp. As the cold alcoholic beverage slid down his throat to prod

Morgan woke up an hour earlier than the time his alarm was set to ring, which would be six in the morning. He had been tossing and turning the whole night albeit for an entirely new reason. The text he had received the previous day was from his mother and while he was always happy to receive one from his mother or father, the contents of this particular message felt like a punch to the gut. His parents would be visiting him for the first time since he moved down to Sangela City. They were schedule to fly in the following weekend.Perched on the edge of the bed with his hands clasped together, he began to evaluate the situation. The timing could not have been worse and he began to wonder what prompted them to visit. He hadn't spoken to them in just over two months and they were definitely the type to worry. The other possibility was that Jackson had briefed them on his current situation which led them to that decision. None of that mattered now. The real iss