Chapter 100

“I don’t really have much of an appetite lately,” he continued. “On the upside, I made VP.” He smiled when he said it, but he seemed sad at the same time.

I frowned. “Are you still working the same kind of schedule that you mentioned the last time you were here?”

He sat in the chair facing my desk. I sat, too. “It’s gotten worse, if you can believe that. I don’t see my apartment more than once a month anymore. I get paid great money, and it’s the job of my dreams, but I…I can’t seem to…I’m not managing very well, and the CEO is not pleased.”

“Why would a company want to work you to death? Wouldn’t giving you a reasonable schedule and enough chance to recuperate be better than squeezing the life out of you in the short term?”

“I used to think like them, you know? It’s what I was told to expect, and I tailored my life accordingly. Now, I can’t see how I was ever going to succeed. I’m absolutely miserable.”

My heart went out to him. “So, what are you doing here, then?”