SETH RIVERA AND THE ULTIMATE BLACK CARD

Sasha's Feelings

It had been a tiring day for Seth, who was engaged in meetings as well as business dealings which he would have fondly preferred had the circumstances been different. And yet today, anticipation of the contracts, of the further development of the company, of the new deals, wasn’t on his mind at all. It was on Phoebe.

It was a warm afternoon and Seth was sitting at his desk in his office with the blinds open and the sunlight filling the spacious room and casting a sharp thin fingers of shadows over the polished floor and as he looked at the computer screen before him, at the blinking cursor on the newly typed line, he couldn’t help but feel that he was slowly letting her go. But this suggestion made him shiver, and at the same time he felt that the thought was still present, as a pain which turned into an obsession.

He had attempted to commit, to apply himself through the business, it was futile. Each time he cracked open a file or lifted up a phone, her image filled his mind. To the