A sudden terrifying noise fills in your room. You sit erect on your bed with mouth still wide open and hairs oriented in all possible directions as if to sense the source of this uproar. Your eye lids refuse to let you see the surrounding. But suddenly every thing changes in a flash and you are out of your bed still grumbling on the alarm clock to spoil your hard earned sleep after the last night ordeal with the report. The Laptop still lay on beside your pillow. As you jump over the bed to rush to the toilet and squeeze in some paste on the toothbrush and plug it into your mouth ,you storm in your wardrobe to find a suitable outfit for today's presentation. Buttoning your shirt you head towards the laptop lying on your bed tilted by your sprang out of your bed few minutes earlier. A hoarse sound trumpeted from below your window. A black Toyota Qualis stood at your gate all set to rush you to your destination. Now you hardly have any time to gather your files and papers scattered in your room. You snatch your watch and mobile from the table and stuff it into your pocket. As you hop towards the front door in an effort to struggle your foot into your socks with your briefcase presses under your arms pit , you take a moments glance in the mirror to bid yourself a goodbye for at least 16 hours.
Before you could open the day's newspaper to get a gleams of the business page, you've been driven into the front door of the building which has become a major part of your life now. The glass door admitted you into your "world" ..."The corporate world" and you are the senior manager of sales of this company. You are standing in the company's head-quarter ready to attend a business deal.
This has become a daily routine every morning since you've been promoted.