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I love you, Alan.
"So, where were we, boys?" I smirk as they all turn their attention to me.
What was supposed to be a drab two-hour meeting goes on for another three hours.
We all engage in active decision-making as to the site to build the refinery and where our markets would be.
Of course, I already had plans for this, so I shared them with the entire board.
We brainstormed and fine-tuned them. It's far from perfect, but it's good enough to begin work immediately.
If there's one thing about myself, it’s that I hate to procrastinate.
As soon as a plan is modified enough, we should start unless time is a factor and we need to wait.
"We’re going to have to go to New Jersey," Thomas groans. "That's at least seven hours’ worth of journey."
"Five, actually," another one of the members coughs.
"Well, are you in the plane right now?" a disgruntled Thomas fires back at his colleague. "I thought not." He concludes when the man keeps quiet. "We're going to have to pack, make sure we don't leave anything behind, put our family in place. It’s not a trip we should make now," he insists.
To prove Thomas wrong, I pick up my phone and call Jordan right in his presence, asking him to cover for me for the weekend.
I don’t know what angers him more. The fact that I proved that we could settle everything on the home front with minimal effort or that I just teased Jordan about loving his daughter.
Either way, I like the look of rage on Thomas's face…rage in which he can do nothing.
"I’ll go to the airport and prep the plane. We are airborne in an hour." I push my chair back and stand, making a slow catwalk to the door and tapping Thomas on the shoulder on my way.
I love it when he gets fucked over, just like how he hurt me some six months ago.
True to what Thomas said, the journey from California to New Jersey is excruciatingly tiresome, but that’s the game.
We will work until there's nothing more to do.
Besides, none of us are engaging in anything physical.
Most of it’s just mental and emotional...most.
I say this to myself to convince my inner woman, desperately looking for a break to push on. I'm determined not to let her down and have her be a mockery among other people, but sometimes it just gets really tiring.
Due to the time difference, when we get to New Jersey, it's only about 5:00 p.m. This means we have enough time to get to a hotel and sleep properly, right?
Well, not for Rebecca Lawson.
The restof the night is basically me working my head off.
I try to prepare documents that we would need to initiate the project. I want the building of the refinery started before we leave this place.
Hence, I end up sleeping sometime around 2:00 AM, which, coupled with the jet lag, is such a minuscule amount of time.
It's a miracle I haven't had a stroke yet.
I’m tired.
Physically, mentally, and emotionally.
It's not even about determination anymore.
