Too hard

ORLANDO PHINEAS JR.

Weekends were particularly dreadful.

I always tried too hard to make them turn out differently but it was like learning to ride a bike without the training wheels; the harder you tried, the more you got disappointed.

The office made the weekdays eventful with the constant stream of work I had to perform but the weekends didn’t have such luxuries.

Bobby had joked on several occasions that my social life was nonexistent and even though he was right, I always won the argument when I pulled out the billionaire card. Being as rich as I was, keeping a social life was a huge liability. Billionaires attracted gold diggers just as effectively as honey attracted flies.

This weekend happened to be the most dreadful so far. It wasn’t like I could run off to Geneva to see Vela. I’d made sure that was never going to happen again after our last meeting. All I had now was Bobby; and the office.

There had been a period when I worked overtime in the office alone during weekends but