The Spark.

It's so beautiful! I think to myself. The sunrise that is... It's warm with a touch of breeze outside. I can see everything from here...I can't miss a thing. I'm in a high-rise building in a penthouse, and yes, I own it. It's all mine, baby. I metaphorically pat myself on my shoulder and hug myself. Crossing my hands, I turn to look at my surroundings, and the sunrise shines on my queen-size bed with white linen sheets that are empty with no life in them.

They used to have life...Love and passion. If they could speak, they could tell you stories as if you were reading a book. Who buys such a big bed for themselves anyway, knowing they might end up alone anyway?

I frown, to my mind, and I start to imagine him... My solace, My Love... The one who made me feel everything. He's sleeping there, with his lean muscle-bound chest out, lean molded packs, and sweet sexy face. I close my eyes and reminisce. Hmmm, the sheets are barely covering him. It looks like we just had one hell of a time, and I feel satisfied that I'm the reason he's passed out like that on my bed. I could always hold my own, but with him I never had to...He always wanted me to feel him. He wanted me to feel taken care of.

He would surround me with his aura, and that's why he seemed bigger than I imagined he could be. I can still feel his big hands on me. I can feel his lips on my mouth and other parts of my body...It's timeless. He has left his irrecoverable mark on me, and there's nothing I can do about it.

I blink again, and just like that, the perfect image of him is gone. My white linen sheets are cold and lonely all over again. Sigh... I really wish he were here with me...To hold me once again, to tell me I am loved and wanted...To tell me how much he needs me...Oh, I wish for a lot of things...I wonder if only for a while, how things would have been if he had chosen me long ago, seen beyond what everybody saw, and given us a chance, you know. Would he have given in?

I feel an ache in my chest, making me feel uneasy. Control has always been my friend. My safehouse, where nothing can touch me, and yet he did. My stomach starts turning, and I just start to feel sad. One person should not have this much of a hold on another person. I wish he would give me back my heart. Tears start to build up; these thoughts remind me of how lonely I am and, most of all, how much I miss him. I wonder if he misses me... Does he even think of me? Does he check my online status? Does he type a message and delete it before he has the nerve to send it to me?

My alarm goes off, distracting me and taking me out of my sadness. There's no use in dwelling on such; it's not as if he can feel my agony or be remiss in the idea of having me again.

I grab my phone and check what's on the agenda today. I sniffle back all my tears and focus on the things I do have control over. I'm an early bird by nature. No matter how late I sleep, I am always up early. I rush to go shower, turning on the nobs and letting the water spring to life.

I love hot showers no matter what season it is ... They always seem to calm down my anxiety. I know, right? I'm a complicated creature. I've had a lot of issues in my past life, and I have been through the most.

I decided to wash my hair today because I want to straighten it out and let it flow. The clients for today seem to be monied, and I need them to spend every last cent they possibly can. It's part of the job. It's what I do!

I grew up in a female-dominated family. If there is one thing I have learned from them, growing up the way I did, it is not to depend on anyone for anything. If you are kind or sweet, people will walk all over you. They will take advantage of your good nature and make you a fool if you let them.

I learned many lessons about this a long time ago. If you don't depend on anyone. They can't hurt you. You still have control. It's easy to see who in your circle cares about you and who is there because they want to use you. I have worked relentlessly to get where I am now. I hustle to get what I want, and I pity the fool who gets in my way to get it.

I dry myself off and walk into my walk-in closet. I look in the mirror and smirk. I turn around, and those negative thoughts start to creep up... The bad ones. The ones that my ex put in there, and I ashamedly helped him once he left me. You know, I'm not good enough. Who's going to love somebody like me? Will I ever find the one, the one who wants all of me, not just my body? Damn, the impact of big or small thoughts... I feel empty now thinking about this...great. God, I need to catch a break. I breathe in and out and look at the mirror again.

I have medium-length hair, and my skin is light Caramel. I have DD boobs, and they have a teardrop shape. The top part of my body is a size 40, and the bottom part of me is a size 44. I've got a big ass for days... Hips and thighs are curvy in the right places, nice and round and intact. I honestly work out when I can. I have a cute tummy that behaves in some clothing, and in some, I just hope the world doesn't see "crossing my fingers every single day."

It's currently 7 am in the morning. I am ready to go, my hair is flowing as it should, and I am wearing a navy blue tight spandex dress that accentuates my lower body. We don't want to overwhelm the world with all these assets now, do we? Hahahahaah... As if on cue, my PA calls.

"Hey, Miss Plum?"

'Hey, Eva I answer.'

"I hope you are well and ready for today. We've got a few clients lined up for you, one particular client, though, requested a meeting at um... 6 pm sharp... It's a corporate account, not an individual one, and their budget for their upcoming event is out of this world... I wanted to confirm with you if you will make it, their assistant is very persistent, she keeps calling needing confirmation..."

I sigh in defeat... 'Excuse me, Eva, did you say 6 pm?'

"Yes, ma'am, I know it's not your usual time to meet clients, but... Ummmm... I figured you would be up for this one ...?"

'What!' I yell.

"Owww," she says, uncertainty and fear laced in her voice.

'Owww?! You know this is a rule of mine. I expect you to know it well, out of my whole team! I don't meet anyone after working hours, no matter what! I don't understand what is not clear about that. You should know this by now, Eva, this is unacceptable!' I yell some more.

"But Plum, I have just sent you the quote. Look at how much they are willing to spend. It's ridiculous, even for the industry we're in, for heaven's sake."

I flinch like someone just slapped me... Can you believe the disrespect? 'Can't you have Maggie meet them?' Maggie is my partner, and we share all responsibilities equally.

" I did ask, and the assistant insisted on the meeting being with you alone, Miss Plum. I can come along if you need moral support since I am the one breaking your routine."

' Why would I bring you along? You've already messed up... Big time! I don't like this, especially when you plan my life without my consent ...' I peek over the quote and smirk... ' but I'll do it, just this once!'

"Yay"...

'But I'm fucken warning you, this better not happen again, no matter how much they are willing to pay. We meet on my terms, or we don't meet at all. It's a principle that I don't break for anybody, are we clear, Eva?' I growl

"Yes, ma'am, we are crystal clear."

'Good.' Then I hang up.

I get my things together, wear my nude 4-inch heels, and grab my handbag. As I am walking out to the elevator, I decide I want to be driven today, Eva killed my good vibe. I call my driver to have him meet me by the lobby. I head out of the building and into the car, and he drives me to the head office.