Chapter One: Another Life

"Errrr...... Well sir, we can't open up eight more Digga Burgers this month..... There have been riots at the building lots and many lawsuits against us."
In this moment my life seemed so dull. I, a man of age 42, a dream of reaching the title of president, was now the big wig of a junky burger joint called Digga Burgers. I can't see where I went wrong, where I took a left instead of the ever-so clear right. When my father had passed on, I didn't cry, until I thought about my life- the boss of Digga Burgers, about two years later. I missed my father, but when I had become this superior boss, I then realized who I was. A deperate forty-year old in need of fame. My father had told me many times, "Son, remember, it isn't fame, but passion." I had dismissed this many times, taking it in as a bunch of words, not an actuall thought or idea. Now I saw the meaning, but I was stuck. I was embedded into this company for forever. The company was initially owned by a succsessful buissiness man who owned every other leading fast food chain. I still envy his now-dead body, for he died in a terrible, accidental car crash. At the time, I had been a manager for a small pub because of my desperate need for money. I had my masters in buissiness, which got me no where until the day the previous boss died. I had picked up the crinkled newspaper and started reading,
"Hector Manning Dies in Terrible Car Accident." I couldn't read on. It was so sudden. So horrible. So oppurtunity-filled. After that day my life turned to the better and eventually leading up to me taking Hector's place as the Boss.
For about three months I was thrilled. Then my father passed away. I swore to never cry, but what type of promise to myself is that? My main reason to be sad, was his belief in me, and how I could become anything I wanted, but I was 40 then, and I knew that those beliefs were just words to cheer me up- to cheer up my young, gullabal believing self. But, there was still a part of myself that believed I could become president, but my hopes faded away when he died. I was now the boss of a fast food chain. How could I hope for anything? How could I hope for another life?
"Then we won't Matt, we just won't." Matt was obviously surprised by my reply because he simply nodded his head discouragedly and left the room.