Chapter 3, Life Has No Answers
I whacked my head in frustration as soon as she left. Why did I ask her to stay? There was no logical answer...unless it involved emotions, but mine had been dead for a long time. Achievements came easy,life changing experiences and happy, little things in life were rarely able to happen, if ever. A secretary rapped at my door. "You can come in." I stated monotonously. "It's in the right manners to knock, sir." she stated. I sighed. "You must be mistaken. Manners aren't even in protocol here, my entourage. We have new rules, even if that requires beating down on your enemy and making them surrender without showing any mercy." I swung the rolling chair back and forth. "Sir, our stock is down 2% in the case of increased cases of hallucinatory insanity. These people are seeing sheer cliffs, tornadoes, and mythical creatures like the Chimera appear out of nowhere, sir. There have been several lawsuits, and our attorneys are stuck. The plaintiff has a point, and is very willing to share it. There have been several successful lawsuits against KaibaCorp, and they don't seem to be stopping. Our payments for those lawsuits is more than the revenue from our video game systems, sir. The company is in grave danger..."
I was already stirred up about my problems with that 'woman', and now this. I felt my arm muscles tense, and suddenly, I heard the sound of a cup breaking. I had been holding my coffee cup and the contents all spilled on my sleeve. Suddenly, my blood pressure was steadily increasing, my fist began pounding out of control. I got up from the chair, I felt anger rush from vein to vein, and suddenly I yelled beyond my comprehension or control, "Curse them! They give me more *amn problems each and every *ucking day. I was comfortable at this *ucking job and now this crops up! Yell them that we are not going to be halting the development of the virtual reality hologram gaming consoles! I know it may not be smart now, but this is the area of the business that we're going to concentrate in. They'll have to go with us, or not." I began stamping my foot and impatiently staring at her, silent hints that she needed to leave me in my peace. Instead, she lingered.
"I'm going home for the day and working from my computer. I'll keep constant monitor on the business, so don't try anything while I'm gone." Concern flashed in her eyes. "But why waste all that gas money and drive a long commute from New York City? I'll get a limousine to take you out sir. But why are you abandoning your business, your life's work, at its darkest hour? Shouldn't you stand by and keep constant monitor on headquarters? And why didn't we move to China with the rest of the large businesses. America is losing it's potential for jobs. We should relocate." I gave her the silent treatment that led to me staring at her about 2 more minutes. Frightened by the savage look in my eye, or was it something else I wonder, she finally left. I grabbed my briefcase, walked to the elevator outside my dismal, dreary office, and casually stepped onto the elevator. 30...29...28...27...26...25...24...23...21...20... and so on. Counting the numbers on the way down soothed me. My eyes began to close as I rested.
I walked out of the automatic door, and onto the streets of New York City. Unbelievably, it's not what it was cracked up to be. It's where the singer,dancer, and businessmen came to find fame and money, sure, but the commute to work was horrible. That's why I stayed in my office and made my secretaries go get me food, like salad, from...anywhere, I guess. Litter covered the street. People and tourists walked by, less than courteous, but I guess I really didn't promote etiquette in my corporation, either. I looked around briefly, and stepped into my Lamborghini automobile. I overheard a vagrant sing songs about freedom and peace. He probably had a pan full of coins next to him, of which he would buy food. It didn't matter to me any more... Not ever. She was sort of right. Why didn't I relocate to China? I didn't know that myself. Just as I didn't know about the fluttering feelings in my chest as I stepped towards my house... Sometimes, I thought, life really DOES have no logical answers.