Why, hello Elina!

IVAN

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I was up, bright and early the next morning. What? You thought the boss would have all the time in the world to sleep right? Well, I never did. I always saw my father rise early like he was the fucking janitor. And when I asked why, one day, he told me;

"Son, if you want to successfully run a company, run it from the roots. Don't stand on top of a six story building, or on top of a horse higher than your ego. Come down to the ground. That way, you can see things at the top, and at the bottom."

To be honest, no truer words had ever been spoken.

I did my daily routine workout for an hour, made myself a quick breakfast of toasted bread and lemon tea - even though Antonio was in the kitchen, staring right back at me. I did not want him to bother himself with my breakfast, I was already running out of time.

I knew Tina would still be asleep, so I didn't bother going to her room. I hurried back to mine and took a refreshing and relaxing shower. While trying to forget the fact