​​A tall young man, about 190cm and seventy-five percent legs, looked into the bathroom mirror. His hands leaning onto the counter, his eyes glancing over his reflection as if looking through a paper for errors. He checked his face thoroughly, trailing down to look at his dress shirt and tie, ending at the watch on his left wrist. Relaxing once seemingly satisfied with his looks, he fixed his one-thousand dollar tie and used his hand to brush his hair back. The young man smirked at his gorgeous self reflecting off the mirror, and walked towards his kitchen, his hands resting in the pockets of his designer suit pants. 

After walking about half a mile from his bedroom to his open concept kitchen and living room downstairs, he sat down at the kilometer long dining room table. The housekeeper, Ms. Ann, placed dish after dish in front of him. And his secretary, Mr. Adam, stood by his side holding a tablet.

"Mr. Ceo, here is today's schedule," Mr. Adam said, passing the tablet to his boss. 

He scrolled on the tablet with a serious expression, "there's a lot to do today." 

He continued to scroll through before stopping abruptly and handing the tablet back to his secretary.

"Is there anything I should change Director?" Mr. Adam asked. 

Mr. Ceo looked off at the distance, "no, it's fine I don't have anything else to do anyway," he answered. 

***

John Smith Ceo, the young heir to Some Food Company, the world's leading food production company. With products ranging from soup mixes and rice to canned iced coffee. John Smith Ceo currently works as a director for the Drinks Department of Some Food Company. From there, he must work his way up to president after his Father takes over his Grandfather's position as chairperson. Of course, he isn't the only one working towards that position, as he has two older siblings.

One who serves as the Director of the Food Department and the other who's traveling across Europe as a part-time barista. However, that doesn't make his confidence waver one bit. There are two things that John Smith Ceo is always confident in, that is, having money and his abilities at work. 

So even in the midst of feuds with his siblings on whether soup should be a part of the Food Department or the Drinks Department, he doesn't flinch. His heart, his mind and his body, especially his abs, are seemingly made of steel. And therefore, will never crack under pressure of any kind.

***

Mr. Ceo slightly sighed while scanning the various dishes set in front of him. "Let's eat quickly before we go," he said as he picked up his utensils. His secretary took a seat near his boss, and with a slight hesitation spoke, "did you look at the blind date proposals?"

Without looking at him, Mr. Ceo replied, "If you're going to only listen to my Grandfather then you should work for him instead."

Mr. Adam got the point and simply nodded, picked up a spoon and started eating the fluffy white rice placed in front of him by Ms. Ann. Even from a glance one could tell that the rice was perfectly cooked. It wasn't just the rice that looked beyond appetizing, but every dish looked like it could be served at a high-end restaurant. 

After only a few minutes, Mr. Ceo stood up and grabbed his suit jacket. He put it on in an annoyingly cool manner, as he walked towards his front door. Ms. Ann, who had been standing near the dining room table, handed Mr. Ceo his briefcase before he walked away.

Mr. Adam, who in the end only got to eat three spoonfuls of rice, put down his spoon. He took another look at the barely eaten food and thanked Ms. Ann on his way out. Who simply told him, "have a good day."

Mr. Adam sighed heavily, "thank you," before heading out to follow his boss who was already waiting in his car for the day.

A sleek black foreign car that is one of the only five in the world, the other four resting in his car storage. He looked out the window listlessly, pressing the side of his hand into his temple as if his head hurt. 

There was a lot to do at work as usual. Reviewing proposals for new products, sitting at his office chair and telling his secretary what tasks to complete. It was all hard work. 

And to add to that, this was the day that a new Department Head and Team Leader would be officially starting in their new positions for the Coffee Production Department.

Mr. Ceo opened his briefcase, taking out a resume. 

"Mr. Lee," he mumbled as he flipped through the report on the new Team Leader. 

Mr. Adam opened the driver's seat door, sitting down and immediately buckling his seatbelt. 

As he quickly readied to drive, Mr. Ceo spoke, "tell the new Team Leader to give me a project proposal by the end of today." 

"Today? But, he just started that position today."

"If he can't complete it, then appoint someone else as Team Leader and tell them to prepare it." 

Mr. Adam sighed as he started the car, wondering how he would tell the poor Team Leader the news.