The slivers of a dream were escaping Rory Thompson's mind as he jerked awake. 

He blinked in confusion as he tried to grasp what was on the edge of his mind. Heaving a sigh, Rory shook his head before looking at the clock. 

6:30 A.M. 

He really didn't want to go to work. What was the point if he didn't love what he was doing?

Rory let out a frustrated growl at the direction his thoughts were taking him. 

"Of course it's fucking worth it," he all but growled as he jumped to his feet. 

Without much of a plan, he grabbed a stack of documents that had been sitting in the corner collecting dust for over three months. Rory didn't know what it was, but he was feeling unexpectedly motivated to change his life. 

He didn't know who pissed him off, but he was going to give whoever the bastard was a big fuck you one way or another. 

He was going to make it. 

After triple checking everything in the stack, Rory left his apartment and caught the first bus headed toward downtown Charlotte. He didn't care if he was skipping out on work. All he knew was that if he didn't do something about his life today, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Ignoring all the stares people were giving him, Rory leaned his head back against the seat and let the bumpy ride lull him to sleep. 

About forty minutes later, the bus came to a stop and Rory got off, feeling more determined than ever. 

There was one company that he always dreamed of working for. He wasn't that big into publishing, but he loved writing. Somewhere in his quest to free himself from his parents, he had lost his passion for writing. Once upon a time, he used to write every day. 

Shaking his head, Rory started the fifteen minute treck to the place he had always dreamed of working for. Along the way, he glanced at his outfit and let out an amused snort. He wasn't dressed to impress but his white button down shirt and black dress pants would suffice. 

He wasn't sure if his crazy plan would work, but something had to change.