As a young child, we always used to dream about what we wanted to be when we was older.
Some of us wanted to be police officers, doctors, nurses, and veterinarian.
Me? I always wanted to be a businessman, working in the big city, tight fitting fancy suit, and more money than I could even dream.
Instead, I ended up being an estate agent. It was a great job. I had a great salary, great rooftop apartment in the big city with breath taking views, my own courtesy car.
I found out I was good at this type of job, back when I was 18 and fresh out of college. I got a job to help me to move out and get my own place and thank-fully, local estate agents company took me on as an apprentice.
Since then I have worked myself up through the ranks to now a senior mortgage consultant for customers who were looking to buy their first property or get a foot onto the property ladder.
Life was practically perfect, I had a beautiful girlfriend who I have been with for 3 years now and who I was about to move in with, a new puppy which we had just rescued from the local rescue home.
Something always felt like it was missing from my life thou but I have never been able to put my finger on what it is.
I have been working with a few of the new apprentices and teaching them skills and showing them the tools I have found useful to help me to become as successful as I was.
There was always one of the apprentices who seemed to stand out more to me, I could never figure out why. He was older than the rest of the other of he's peers but seemed to be knowledgeable to a high standard.
I took the team into the training room into the back of the store to go through some training with them, sign off on their portfolios and have a bit of 121 time for personal reflection and to see how they are coping with all the learning.
It was now my time to sit down with Jeremy, he was the oldest of the newbies and must have only been around 24.
Jeremy was always smartly dressed usually in a tight fitted, small chequered shirt this seemed to be the only style he ever seemed to wear.
He was about 6ft 1in, dark brown hair, and short on the sides but longer on top like a mini quiff the way he had it, he was always sweeping it from one side to the other. His face was as if it were created by gods everything perfectly in proportion and covered very lightly with a full face of stubble.
He sat down beside me and pulled out his portfolio from his bag and layed it out in front of us both upon the table in front. I opened it and started observing his work and could not believe the standard at where this young lad was at for someone of his age and lack of experience.
He reminded of me when I was at his age 6 years ago; apart from my hair was jet black and more cut on top. He was same height as me also but I was more of a muscular frame from where I hit the gym 5 nights a week where he had more of a little stomach.
While we sat there him talking me through the various parts of his work and explaining through the presentation that he had already started to prepare for. Even thou it has not been asked of him to complete yet. I could feel him trying to look directly into my hazel eyes with his deep grey.
I would occasionally catch them as I looked at him talking, then look straight back down at the folder and charts he was describing the results on the page, nodding when he was onto something and tilting when I was thinking something should be changed.
I went to go change the page and as I did, my hand caught his and we both quickly pulled away quickly, my fingers had felt like they had just been put into a plug socket.
There was a tingling in my tips only on the fingers that had encountered Jeremys. I rubbed them in my lap, trying to regain the sensation back in them and they finally returned.
We finished up with the signing of his paperwork and joined the rest of the team. We finished out the rest of the day and all proceeded home as soon as 5pm had hit.
The next morning I walked in a little early, set up my desk and made sure it was tidy, coat on the rack and briefcase set down at my side I walked into the kitchen to get myself my morning coffee.
When I turned the corner I began to reach for my cup and noticed that I was not alone in here, I see someone was bent over in the fridge getting out the milk from the bottom shelf, their trousers tight around their ass.
I found myself looking and almost staring for a few seconds, before I feel a pair of eyes break my concentration and a pair of lips smiling at me.
He stood up and I quickly noticed that it was Jeremey. I cleared my throat and wished him a good morning smiling an uncomfortable smile in his direction unable to directly look at him.
I started making my coffee and turned to get the milk out but Jeremy was already there facing me, his fingers through the handle and he asked me if I wanted some in my cup to which I again cleared my throat and squeaked out a "Yes please".
I smiled, stirred my coffee and said goodbye to him before returning to my desk to check my emails.
My first appointment of clients had come in 5 minutes later than expected and I greeted them, showed them to my desk, and offered them a seat and refreshments.
