It's Time For Some Weed Action.

All I require is her drug dealer and a weapon, something more suitable for a lady; and we can call it a party, let's call it her farewell party.

Now the question is where can I find that drug dealer?

Think.

What the hell am I doing? Why am I even thinking of thinking, as if I'm some ordinary dumb creature, did she rub off on me that hard?

The answer is as clear as my conscience; her phone history.

I had to make one call, wait 15 minutes and here I was; with her 2 months' worth of complete phone history, perks of being a smooth talking gentleman. And let me tell you, that bitch had a dirtier tongue than Gordon freakin Ramsay. Anyhow, back to the point, just look for a bunch of shady texts and back to back small duration phone calls, the next time you're searching through your ex's phone history to look for her drug dealer.

I found a number most likely to be of her dealer's, then using highly helpful 'but slightly illegal' software -let's keep it a secret by the way- I located his whereabouts; a sketchy part of the town, definitely him.

Finding out his name, and don't ask me how, it's obvious by now I can do many things; I quickly looked him up to be extra sure.

Alright everything seems to be in order; it's time for some weed action.

I got up from my seat grabbed a few things and left my office in haste.

Many great things to be done today, no time to waste.

I was about to get into the elevator when my secretary Victoria called from behind, "Sir? Where are you going?"

"I'm going to buy some weed."

For a second there was silence and then I heard a laugh from behind, "Ok that was funny but where are you really going, you have a meeting in 15 minutes, sir."

I'm the opposite of the boy who cried wolf.

"I'm stepping out for the day; just push the meetings for today to some other day, will you? Thanks."

"Alright, but what about your dinner meeting with Mr. Musk, sir? You have already canceled with him three times before."

I stepped into the elevator and turned to press the button for basement parking lot.

"Just go to the PR manager and tell them to tweet something appreciative about his hopeless Space X from my official account; that ought to make him happy for a few days."

The doors were about closing when Victoria said, "Sir, we still haven't appointed a new PR manager, yet."

It reminds me of that day two months ago when I tried interviewing a few for the position, myself. Oddly I remembered a face from that day; it was different, kind of beautiful but my god! I also remember the personality hidden behind that nearly angelic face was horrid.

We still haven't filled that position yet?

Let me make a prediction; somebody from HR is getting fired really soon.