Las Vegas.  "In this time of need, I'll advise that we rather have the factors capable of diminishing our stance than ignore them. We can't be sure what digital compromise we would have to revere in order to stand tall as the CEO'S of USA amongst several others who litter the vast world." The slender lady sat down. They call her Glen. She's sharp, bright but always jumpy. She always want to be the first to say a thing. The first time I laid my eyes on her then did I know I already have a pain in my ass.  It's the third day after my arrival at Vegas. And this is the first conference of its kind. Though they've all been discussing for like several minutes now. If I've been conscious of the time, then I'd say that it's more than 30 minutes since the conference started.  But really, it seemed more like a debate than a conference. Because I could count the number of times the group of CEO'S had argued and tossed aside their poin

   Dia Wealene. Las Vegas.  "Dray, right?" I asked as soon as he caught up with me. He had been wanting to have a time with me all these while and today seemed to be his lucky day.  We had just finished with the second meeting which definitely should be the last one. A week had passed and by the end of this new week, I should be returning to Colorado.  "Quite thoughtful of you to keep my name at heart. Thought the great Dia might had forgotten it." I scoffed though didn't make it obvious. We had walked out of the building and were now standing at the front of the building. I could see my hot ice staring at me from distance. He was by the door as usual.  Most times I kinda feel like Albert is under some spiritual influence. It's a wonder that he always knew when I was ready or coming out of a programme. Well, it might be his sixth sense. After all, he used to work for a drug-lord. "Who would forget

    Colorado. "Turn the music down, Albert."I ordered as I dragged my bums closer to the edge of the limo couch which was quite close to the driver's seat. We've been driving now for few hours and in few more minutes we should get to my house. Albert didn't bother to look at me. He turned down the music as said, keeping his stern face at the front. We've lost Dray since we left the airport. Of course we'd booked different planes. The air-conditioner did it best, spraying its cold fangs all over the inn of the long car. I was used to the cold but it seemed as though something wasn't right. I have no idea yet. But for sure, I wasn't sick. "Are we going to talk about what happened at Grand Canyon?"I shot finally, ignoring all the odds that had wounded up the moment. He neither made a sound nor looked through the rearview mirror like he used to. "I'm sure you're everything but deaf Albert. You wil

    The Great Hall.    ~Dia Wealene~"Welcome back. But before you give a report, we would love to fill you in on the new developments we'd just come up with during your time away."The founder of the COLORFUL ENTREPRENEURS started. I had a lot of exceptions to what he had said, but then I wouldn't let that get to me. I was going to argue that, DURING I'M AWAY, like I chose to go of my own will or was FORCEFULLY sent, cajoled. "Greg would give a detailed report on that."The founder tossed his head at Greg and he stood up,"At first, I'd love to welcome you back, Dia Wealene, president of our great group."He kept it short and crisp. That was very unlike him. I didn't let that get to me, after all, people are bound to change. Change is the constant force in live. "Speaking of the latest development, we now have a new member, a CEO of a Social medium platform, Iris Alfred. He would introduce

    Home. Sweet Home.     ~Dia Wealene~ "Ooohh!!" I turned in bed then buried my face in the duvet, which I had, with sleep-fighting rumpled and made a mess of. I only do that whenever I had a nice and sound sleep, and am very comfortable.  I rolled over again, my face to the ceiling. Then turned towards the homitem lcd triple display alarm clock which had woken me up. Twas 9:00am.  How could I had sleep for that long? Probably a deep sensation in me already knew that I wouldn't be going to work today. Not after what happened yesterday. News like that would had spread all over Colorado. I wouldn't even be surprised if I see Paparazzi running into my compound at that moment.  I sighed and sat up, leaning into the bed rest which was stuffed with enough comfy foams, which were wounded in by fluffy ash-color leathers.  "Albert." I muttered. He was always the first name which cros