DANIELLE'S P.O.V.Sunday's afternoon met me in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess that Adrian and I had made the night before.After our tete-a-tete in the morning, which consisted of Adrian bringing up the crazy proposal of us both being friends, and him successfully convincing me to go along with his unbelievable suggestion, I had eventually convinced Adrian that staying in his bed with me for the entire day was not such a good idea.While I would not mind staying in bed with Adrian the entire day, letting him unravel my body and take me to Cloud 9 and back, it would not be very responsible of him to leave the business unattended to just because of a few hours of pleasure.Adrian left for work later that morning, but not before showing me exactly what I would be missing between the sheets for the rest of the day while he would away. Once he had headed out of the house, the doors closing and locking with a resonating beep, I buried myself deeper into the bed sheets and inhaled his int
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.I hated Mondays. I always had and always would.Monday mornings were the worst, and that particular morning was not an exception. Monday mornings were always slow and gloomy- somehow, the fun and merriment from the weekend always never managed to tell on or impact Mondays.Everyone was usually the happiest on the last working day of the week, which was on Fridays. Friday evenings brought with them an incomprehensible excitement - a thrill for the start of the weekend, but come Monday morning, that thrill would be replaced by a suffocating bleakness. This was the never ending cycle of life that we, as humans, had to face.That Monday morning, I woke up to a dimly lit room. While on any other day, the sun rays that managed to escape the shield of the curtains would brighten up the room- the bright light serving as a sort of assurance that one would be having a merry day, the sun rays on Monday mornings were dim and dull- they, unlike the sun rays of other mornings, ser
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The rest of my Monday morning passed by in a blur of speeches and teachings, and by the time the time for the Interblock Lunch rolled by, I was extremely hungry and very exhausted. We were all directed to the cafeteria where we were to have our lunch. I hoped that the cafeteria food would be better and more edible than the food from other cafeterias that I had been to. I had never had any good experiences with cafeterias, ever since my days as a middle schooler and even up to my days as a college student. The cafeteria food was always either barely edible, or vomit inducing.New York University's cafeteria was attractive and seemed homey. Several light bulbs, which were built into the ceiling, shined brightly and casted the entire room in a torrent of bright white light. Beige colored cushioned chairs were tucked under round brown wooden tables- four chairs into each table. The tables and chairs were placed strategically and arranged to encompass the entirety of the
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The remaining activities after the Interblock Lunch passed hazily with my head ticking and my patience wearing thin as the time rolled by. Seconds rolled, slowly, into Minutes, which in turn rolled even slower, into Hours. I sat in the audience, amongst my peers, as we spent the rest of the afternoon listening to speeches upon speeches, and teachings upon teachings from several Professors and Directors of some of the MBA programs.I badly wished I could tune out every one and every thing around me- I even tried to do so by focusing solely on my breathing technique, but every time, just when I was starting to focus on nothing else but my intake and exhaust of breath, another round of thunderously loud applause or another eruption of loud reverberating laughter, always jolted me from my means of escape back to my inescapable reality.At that point, I wanted to be anywhere but in that hall. I felt a wave of anxiety hit me, running through my veins and causing chills to
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The familiar chime of my ringtone echoed in the quiet room, breaking the silence and causing me to rouse from my slumber. I groaned in exhaustion, and with my eyes still closed, I searched for my phone by blindly patting the bedside table with my right hand.Once my fingers grazed the cool metal of my phone which was chilly from its exposure to the cool air blasting from the air conditioner, I picked it up and pried my glued eyes open. I squinted at the screen to check the caller ID before picking up the call, the line connecting with a dull beep."Dad?' I said, my voice coming out in a groggy whisper."My sweet! You sound sleepy, I hope I have not disturbed your sleep." he said. His voice sounded strained and he sounded fatigued; it seemed like he had not had any rest from working the entire day."Not really. I just woke up."I answered."Is now a good time for me to call? I could call you back later, that way you can get enough rest." he said."No, no." I disputed,
DANIELLE'S P.O.V."I wish I could stay back to answer some of your other questions, but I unfortunately can not because my time allotted for the teaching has been far spent. I hope I have managed to impart you all with the little knowledge which I have shared with you today. I wish you success in your journey as leaders in the Leonard N.Stern School of Business. I remain Jordan Lancaster, Associate Professor of Management and Organization, and Director of the Leadership Accelerator Program. Enjoy the rest of your day."Resounding applause ushered the middle aged man off the stage while Doris Covington stepped up the podium. She declared the first half of Tuesday's orientation program, which was titled 'Leadership @ Stern' , over, and announced that we would be having an off-site lunch. She told us all that we could get our lunch wherever we wanted, and advised us to make sure we were back in the hall in time for the second half of the orientation program.After she stepped off the pod
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The doors to the Penthouse eased open with an electronic beep as I typed in the pass code. I walked into the house, the sole of my sneakers pounding noiselessly as I made my way through the hall way into the open living room and kitchen. The air conditioner in the living room blew cool air into the room from its vents, giving the house a chilly but homely ambience."You're home. Welcome." I heard Adrian greet as I stepped into the living room's thresholds.I turned to see that he was in the kitchen, strings of an apron tied around his neck and waist. His hands were busy with chopping carrots on a wooden chopping board, the sound of the knife hitting the wood reverberating in the room."Good evening. I see that you're busy." I greeted.Adrian looked up at me, a sweet smile gracing his face as his eyes found mine. Meanwhile, his hands did not for a moment, stop their movements, chopping away at the big orange vegetable without a break."You're going to hurt yourself. Y
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.From deep within the abyss of my dreamless slumber, I heard the distant and muffled ringing of an alarm. The consistent beeping sound continued for a few more seconds before it finally stopped and restored the silence once more.I tossed around on the bed, the sheets rustling noisily as I wriggled restlessly on them, the alarm's beeping having broke the silence that enveloped me- allowing me to have a peaceful sleep ,and left me conscious of my environment. After trying and failing, severally, to fall back into the abyss from which I had been rudely pulled out from, I slowly pried my eyes open, but I closed them immediately as they caught the rays of the morning sun light that slipped through the curtains.I attempted to open my eyes once more, prying them open slowly and blinking rapidly until my eyes finally adjusted to the bright light.As I looked around the unfamiliar room, memories from the night before filtered through my mind, causing a blush to paint my chee