Whose Dream To Follow?

“Aaron! You have to be at Diamond Industries in half an hour! Get ready!”

Aaron slipped off his bed into a pile on the floor. He hated working there. He had to wear stuffy clothes and speak carefully in a well thought-out manner. He particularly hated the interns who walked around following orders like slaves in order to appear fit candidates for the upcoming position. But his father was a businessman and it was only “right” that his son lived up to his billion-dollar legacy.

So, Aaron peeled himself off the floor and shrugged on a suit. He was feeling adventurous so he tied his neon blue tie loosely. "Let’s see if mother sees me first or if my father finally throws his whisky at me", smirked Aaron and picked up his backpack. This was another thing his father berated him about, carrying around a blue backpack instead of a “professional” black briefcase. Aaron did anything and everything he could passive-aggressively do to irritate his father. And the latest one…

“Aaron Charles Diamond! What in God’s good name are you doing with your shirt half undone in the middle of a shareholder meeting?!”

“Hello father! Please have a seat. I was just showing off how

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brilliant the trainers at the gym downtown are. I mean look at these abs! They’re glorious, right Mrs. Tanner?”

“Get out of the office Aaron, and don’t come back until you’re fully clothed!”

“Sure thing! I’ll be at the pool if you need me!” Aaron may have taken it too far. His father was foaming at the mouth for a completely different reason than Mrs. Tanner.

Aaron walked out of the building, blue backpack slung over one shoulder and got into his brother’s Corvette. Time for football practice.

Aaron stepped out into the field and took a deep breath. The smell of freshly watered turf was more pleasant than that of his own house. Letting out a loud cheer, he kicked the ball high into the air, catching it with his left ankle and doing all sorts of tricks. His father may want him to become a business mogul but he couldn’t exactly stop him from playing football. The old man would never understand the rush of scoring a winning goal or outrunning the fastest player in the other team. All he cared about was money.

Nevertheless, Aaron was going to play. His world may be divided but he would be himself no matter what.