Richard

Ifit weren’t for me needing to return to Chicago for my cat, Merlin, and a few more pieces of clothing, I wouldn’t have bothered attending the Lim Company board meeting. My presence isn’t required unless there is a vote since I don’t have an active position within the company.

The only reason I’ve bothered sitting through the boring meetings in the first place is to fuck with my father. He has always hated me being on the board ever since my grandfather appointed me six years ago after I tore my ACL, so I’ve made it a point to sit through each miserable meeting solely to spite him.

To think people accuse me of not having a life’s purpose.

Every time I step into the our corporate office for a meeting, I’m hit with the same urge to run straight out the front door. It’s like my senses go…