The Beggining of the Count
The neon light in the city flicker from a distance at a distance the distant hum of the cars and the rain lashing against the window pane is the only beautiful thing Rick can ever spot. Through the the past few years of his terrible life, he has been rebuilding his empire brick by brick and today, he is one of the best accountants of his company.
Even though being a shrewd fox of his company, Rick has a terrible taste in human character. Trusting has been the worst enemy to his sanity, and he knows it well. Rick slowly turns and looks at his room, a mess for a normal man yet an artistic repose for a genius. Laptop open, paper everywhere, a cluttered wardrobe, a perpetual mess. Rick sighs, his shoulders hunched from the total exhaustion of the day. His phone buzzes up, the caller id read the name, Ava. He picks up the phone and answers it. "Hello", he says weakly. "Rick, we need you tomorrow at the conference hall by nine. Don't be late", Ava commands. "I will be there anyways, and stop being a grump Ava", Rick replies. "Really Rick, get serious now", Ava rasps. "See you at nine", Rick says and hangs up. Rick can barely keep up now. His bloodshot eyes stands a perfect example for tiredness. He flops on his bed, unable to keep his eyes open anymore.
