"Sell."
That was Phillip's last comment for the phone conversion.
"Can't get a moment to myself," he mumbles.
And although at this moment he lay sunning himself on a lounge next to the pool, the statement was mostly true. Weeks of work turned into months, and months turned into years. He was physically and emotionally drained.
Today was the first chance he had to rest but still they hounded. He had told the office that he wasn't going to take any calls today but this was urgent.
It's always urgent.
But this was his life. And it was full of mayhem -- meetings, decisions and travel.
He had to be hard to be a great business man. He had to make big decisions that changed people's lives. He had to be soulless when she sacked 200 people last year for the sake of profitability. He had to sacrifice the emotional side of his personality.
It was those sacrifices that made him a billionaire.
But the same sacrifices also meant that he no longer had a wedding ring on his finger. He could still see the tan line of wearing a ring for many years but the ring itself was gone. And he sat by the pool alone only because he had no-one else to sit there with.
It was lonely being at the top.
Not that he had a lot of time to worry about that...
As he starts to relax next to the pool, the silhouette of the house maid catches his eye. Her tight little skirt is highlighted by the afternoon sun.
"Hello," she greets him.
"Hi."
An awkward silence drifts over them.
"The garden looks good," she compliments him.
"Does it?" he questions.
"Um... yes. You don't think so?"
Phillip looks around the garden - the beautiful hedges, the beautiful rows of flowers and the stunningly perfect green grass.
"I suppose it does."
