Battling the Billionaire Demon

age. His hand slammed down on the desk, the force sending a ripple through the scattered papers and knocking

buzzed, yet the weight of his fury left me speechless. My throat tighte

you? You've become a shadow of yourself. I thought I could trust you with this! I put you in th

e sting of his disappointment wo

this company go under because you're too caught up in your mental bullshit, Aiden. You're supposed to be strong, to handle this. You don't get to mess up everyone

g deeper than the last. I was barely able to comprehend what

orked for because you refuse to get help. I've given you every chance, Aiden. But you didn't take it seriously, did you? And now look at us. A billion-dollar

aralyzed. The guilt, the shame, the pressure, all of it crushed me

ice so quiet I barely recognized it

ickly turned back to that cold, piercing

his is a business. It's not just about blood. I can't keep overlooking things because

my stomach. The weight o

said quietly, almost to himself. "And

ew heavier. How could I explain this to him? How could I

ying to get back on track, but my thoughts... they just keep spiraling. It's like I can't control them anymore. Las

he ground. I couldn't bear to look up at h

voice was a fury of anger, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "I'm stripping you of your

tried, but my

g me off, his anger escalating

t like daggers. I could feel their judgment, the silent whispers behind their eyes. They knew. They knew the contract we'd just lost

as I thought about the hours spent in the bathroom washing my hands roughly whenever I felt the anxiety creeping in, as though scrubbing away my nerves could somehow bring me peace. Now, I drank to drown the noise in my head, consuming bottle after b

lding. My car was my escape, the only place where I felt some semblance of control. I convinced myself to keep it together,

nymore. Closing the door behind me, I moved to the sink, and without thinking, I began washing my hands. I scrubbed them so hars

at followed was only temporary. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, the fa

, I could feel the tension crawling up my spine. I took a moment to reflect, to try to make sense of the mess I had become. Maybe my father was right, maybe it was time I sought h

o weigh heavier than the last. My destination was clear: Apex Psychological Center. But as I drove, the world around me felt unfamiliar, foreign

eashed, but the situation forced me to drive slower than I liked. This car wasn't made for timid movements, it was a beast mea

urn led me deeper into confusion, my frustration building with every second. I resented the gnawing feeling of defeat creepi

een. My fingers trembled slightly as I began typing in the location. T

back to the road, my

of the road, completely unawar

, my heart hammering as the screech of tires filled th