“Hi, good morning, my name is Jace Greyson, and I have an appointment with Mr. Cal Greene,” I tell the receptionist of Astra Development main building in the most confident voice I could muster, smiling broadly afterward. The receptionist blinks at me, twice in rapid succession and I wonder if I’m overdoing it.

“Of course, Mr. Greyson, please give me a moment,” she replies politely with a smile and quickly begins to tap away on the keyboard in front of her.

Only then do I notice how agitated I am. I feel like I’m buzzing with energy, and not the good sort of energy, as I wait impatiently for her to finish searching through whatever database or notes she has for my name, all the while wondering ‘why the heck is it taking so long?’

I feel like I want to take a long run rather than go and speak with a shady businessman, or even get away to Adrenaline Rush and go a few rounds in the ring or with a punching bag.

“Mr. Greyson, you have a conference slot Mr. Greene that will open in ten minu