I angrily drove to my mansion, a place I rarely visited and also didn't want to, I couldn't shake the frustration that brewed within. my grip on the steering wheel tightened. Yet, here I was, if it wasn't the file I needed I would have never gone. Not today at least! Three hours ago, my dad called and dropped a bomb – had shattered the semblance of peace I maintained in my life.

Not the sarcasm in it guys!

My second wife and My son were moving into my room.

A forced decision I wanted to deny but couldn't, Dad's voice said it all as the last and final tone he usually doesn't use. But now it seems like he's using it more often. Despite my reluctance, I had to go to the mansion to grab an important file. It's confidential, and I couldn't send it to anyone else. The news had fueled my anger, a raging storm within that mirrored the turbulent drive. The meeting was with a client from Washington and had scheduled the timing as per their time at 11 am and here it will be 12:30. And now it's 11: 07 pm. I reluctantly steered toward the mansion, the weight of unwanted company and suppressed emotions weighing heavily on my shoulders.

As I was about to open the door, a loud baby's wail hit my ears. My hand froze on the doorknob. I clenched my fist, ran my hand through my hair, and rubbed my face in frustration. Why did I get stuck in this situation? I don't want to go in; I have files in there. My study room is attached to my bedroom inside, and now I regret not making a separate one. I had planned to create a nice separate study room next to my bedroom, but for some reason, I ended up building it in my bedroom itself.