From the Eyes of a Narcissist

POV Silvain De Castelbajac

Three years later...

Monday, May 8th.

A pile of papers on the desk, the phone ringing constantly, the secretary coming in to notify me of Fabrizio's unforeseen visit, and I have a meeting in half an hour. Saturated, stressed, I am on the verge of a breakdown. I stand up, straightening my back, and head to the minibar. One glass of whiskey or however many doesn't ease the pressure I feel right now.

Curse!

They knock on the door. Exasperate