Mother's workings

Simon’s POV.

I itched to throw the phone gripped in my hand at the wall, or hurl it at the glass window and shatter my view to the beautiful restaurant opposite the hotel I was currently lodged in.

It was a beautiful Friday afternoon and I just got off the phone with my mother.

‘I’ll expect you to show up in Trove Company on Monday morning bright and early’ she hung up the phone with her annoying voice resounding in my ears.

I look about the hotel room, it was not expertly furnished but it was beautiful, also I was not in LA.

The most beautiful thing about it was the view of the restaurant across the street, the exact reason why it was the most beautiful thing about the room was unknown to me.

I look to my laptop on the oak table and go to slam it shut.

‘Stupid directors, nominating me for the merger when it shouldn’t have been me, minions of my mother the whole lot of them’

I had just finished the virtual meeting in which I was nominated when I called her.

After letting me stew in a