The tiresome and messy look that overcame Sarce with the lack of sleep that he was cursed with every day had become much worse since the business empire took a new turn. His life had become one filled with business and power. There was no pleasure nor was there pain within this life. Or so that is what the world had been shown. Sarce was a man of disguise and masquerade. What was shown to the world was not the true soul that lay beneath. This was hidden within the confines of his mind.
The baggy and dark eyes were ugly and unprofessional, his face was creased with light wrinkles and his hair was in a state of disorganisation. All this came from the lack of sleep that Sarce had to suffer with. As he struggled to boost his appearance in the mirror, his thoughts were full of business and schedule. What was it that Sarce had to do to be free of this life? He wondered each night as he sat in his office, searching for an answer. The answer was yet to be found.
His hands were cupped as he drew hot water into his hands from the sink. It was hot and scalded his fingers as he rubbed moisturiser and soap into his hands and threw water across his face. He rubbed facial wash across his face and splashed it away with another cupped hand full of water. The wrinkles had become unnoticeable under the wash and his eyes had become the deep and meaningful hue that gave a sense of trust and professionalism that was needed in the business.
As Sarce turned towards his desk, he could see his suit hanging on the wardrobe. The black trousers pressed to perfection, the shirt showing no creases and sparkling, the dark navy blazer showing no signs of dirt and unseemliness. His secretary had done all this for Sarce. How would he live without her.
Sarce started loosening his clothes and slowly undoing the buttons of his clothes. The routine was full of ease and simplicity yet each day, Sarce took his time removing his clothes. As he lay naked in his office, he wondered whether pleasure would ever enter the business world. He doubted it. He grabbed the clothes quickly from hanger and threw them on with haste. He had only just noticed the time.
As he placed his blazer over his shirt and slipped on his polished shoes, he heard the evident sound of the intercom being connected. The line was from his secretary. He knew what this meant. His breakfast, schedule and reports would be sent in immediately via his secretary. From then on, his life was business orientated and his life was a schedule.
“Sir, am I free to bring you your morning meal, schedule and reports?” His secretary asked through the intercom. She already knew the answer yet decided to ask the question every day. Why? Sarce did not know.
“You are.” Sarce said politely and quickly.
The intercom connection was broken and he heard the typical sound of the door to his office opening. He rushed behind his desk and sat in waiting for his secretary to enter. The secretary entered. Tall and young, she clearly had greater potential than the position of secretary. She would be given a managerial position some day. Some day.
The tray was full with papers. Only a small section of the tray was covered in a plate. It was the typical routine. His secretary entered, laid the tray before him and gave him the usual pleasantries. His life was typical. All of this was typical. The tray had his schedule for the day and the business reports. The meal consisted of toast, a protein drink and a bowl of salad.
“Here are your daily reports, schedule and meal, sir. How are you today?” His secretary asked.
“I am how I must be. I am happy. How are you?” Sarce asked, knowing the answer beforehand.
“I am well. I must leave you now sir. Enjoy your meal.” She said before leaving the room.
The fate of one man is not decided by destiny but by the actions of others.
