In the morning I wake up. No niceties*, no jam* and cream*, not even a dry slice of toast*. I just awaken from my slumber. My dreams*? Oh, they involve sheep*, as long as those sheep are being audited - because that's business.

I then take a ♥♥♥♥. Some people call it 'Business', and they would be right. It very much is exactly that. I do this to cleanse myself, to prepare my machine of muscle for the day ahead. There's no time for sickness*, no time for complaining*, time is money and money is business.

For those of you that are interested, I don't commute to work from home. No. In fact, I don't have a home*. Not in the usual way. I live in my office, and iron my business shirts on my desk. Why? It's efficient. Got a problem with it? There's the door, feel free to use it. In fact the door is the only thing if mine that you'll be using for free, so make the most of the oportunity. Sure, there's a musk in the room. It stinks. It stinks of business.

And money.

I wear dark shirts. 'Why?' I hear you say. White is too approachable. I'm not doing this for laughs*. I'm not doing this to maintain a smile*. I'm doing this to maintain a considerable profit margin. As for laughing itself, I dont. Laughing is weak, and if you're weak then I have a problem with you. If I have a problem with you, you'll read about it in a contract. My only downfall? I'm emotionally bankrupt.

Some people say they have problems with understanding what I say, so I like to make things simple. Real simple.

- I don't have pets.*
- I don't have a woman.*
- I don't care about your pets.*
- I don't care about your women.*

Why?

*These things are a waste of time.