Merikh~

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In the quiet of dawn, I look out the window to examine the beautiful phoenix flowers. Flowers were never a favorite subject of mine, but the beauty of the petals thriving between those emerald leaves somehow manages to catch my attention every season.

My attention shifts to the slight knock on my office door. My assistant, Verena stands there with her everchanging neutral expression. She has been my assistant for almost half the decade now, but never bothered to show anything other than an emotion of blankness to me. Perhaps I am just cruel of a boss to her.

"Yes?" I demand. She steps inside and shows me her tablet. I raise my brows in question.

She replies, "There is a site that wants our company to work on their project." I examine the tablet. They want to make towers for tourists in the joined mountains. Why would anyone need towers around the hills? Don't people visit such areas because it has mountains as aesthetics?

I lean back on my chair, "There are other Architects who work in this company."

She silently taps on her tablet and then turns the screen in my direction, "They asked specifically for you. The higher ups want you to take the project, sir." 

I sometimes forget that I am just a pawn in the chess of economy. I don't answer Verena, rather stare at the screen of my own laptop. She takes my silence as a yes and proceeds to say, "There is a meeting tomorrow at noon. With the site owners and the higher ups. I have cleared your schedule." I bite the inside of my cheeks to stop myself from saying anything out of the ordinary, something that rhymes with...duck you. 

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The higher ups, also known as my relatives, want me to work my ass off to make this company thrive again, like the old Nova Empire. This is some sort of punishment for me, because even though they ousted my father from this place, they couldn't fire me. My skills are what they are using against me now, they want to tire me. Lame, utterly lame technique. I am only gaining experiences and fame from this. That is exactly what I need to open my very own Architectural Firm.

I notice that Verena is still standing before me. So I say boringly, "You're dismissed." That was an extremely bitch-y behavior of me to dismiss a living being, not that I would ever dismiss a non-living human either. My relative- eldest uncle chose Verena as my assistant, because he knew her non-existent emotion and constant emptiness would annoy the FUCK out of me. I guess my counter technique is to show an overwhelming amount of rudeness to her, so she'd get annoyed too. But she does not. On a second note, is she depressed? Is it something related to her husband or her children? Am I a monster? No..no. She was like this before her marriage too. Was she blackmailed by m-

I receive a notification on my email from an account named '[email protected].' Why do spammers use such names? I ignore the email as I ignore every other issue in my life. The clock ticks at six pm. Good, time to leave this hellhole. I pack my laptop, pick up my suit jacket and storm out of my office. The sky seems pretty clear, might as well look into the new site to catch up on the details that might be needed later. I start the engine of my car and leave for the hotel where I like to stay whenever anything pisses me off, which happens quite often. So a room is always booked for me in the hotel my father designed. One of his last works before he left. No, they made him leave.

I finally reach the hotel room and notice a gray suit case in front of my door. I...do not remember it being there the last time I left this room, nor have I called in for a suitcase. My test results said that I didn't have Dementia either. So whose fucking suitcase is this and why is it in front of MY door? I look around, no one seems to be on the second floor, because certainly nobody has the phobia of height like me. "Alright," I say aloud, "You go there." I drag the case to clear the path of my room and finally enter inside. Well...guess work has to wait for a few hours now, because sleep comes first. So changing into my comfortable Batman printed t-shirt and trousers, I carefully tuck myself into my bed and set an alarm for four hours from now. And I drift into the world where my consciousness is altered.