Another case at the firm had turned sour, resulting in a major custody battle within the building. I walked towards the exit of the firm, yelling over my shoulder, "I'm taking the rest of the day off." My fingers gripped the suitcase within my right hand, taking all of my anger out on the leather object. Once I reached the driver's door of my raven black Camaro, my free hand reached up to undo the deep red tie around my neck, tossing it into the passenger seat as I hopped into the car. As I drove away from the hectic building, I felt a new-found independence rush over me. There was no way they could fire me, for I owned the firm so what the hell.
Thinking of the best food joints in town, as if it were a sign from above, I drove past the Mystic Grill. Shrugging my shoulders, I parked the car in front and headed inside, taking a seat in the bar area.
A waiter came over and took my order, "A bottle of the strongest beer you have," I glanced to my side where a beautiful woman was seated, "And put her bill on my tab." I smiled, seeing the waiter giving me a knowing look.