The drive back to my apartment at Tall Springs was muddled by the thoughts that disheveled my mind.
I was so pissed, all my life it seemed everything I did was either arranged or plotted. I hadn't even wanted to be the CEO, there were times I allowed myself to dream about other things. Other pursuits. Things I could have been had I not been entangled with the name 'Wellington'.
I imagined myself being an artist, with a studio downtown where I would create paintings and artworks worthy of international accolades while listening to my favorite songwriters.
Or a solo designer who worked for no one, selling my designs to the highest bidder.
One could say that the life I live now was better than those of my imaginations because I'm an artist with international accolades, Belle at the Ball, had won a French award and fetched me recognition in various parts of the world. And I'm a designer with no need to sell my designs and not be accredited for my skill, because I own the company.
