You felt the liquid hit your stomach and a warmth spread throughout your body. You were tired but could feel the fake energy of your sugary beverage sustain you.
You looked at your phone. It took a few seconds for the numbers you were reading to actually register as meaningful data and not meaning less heiroglyphs.
4:18, 4:18, that means something... you took another big swig from your energy drink, oh! 10 no 15 minutes left for the meeting!
You walked out of the store and darted into the Mall's office building, after coming in you walk through the hallways without skipping a beat. You take another swig from your energy drink, more than 3/4 done.
You turn left, then right, an old pro when it comes to the labyrinth that is the management area of the mall. You go through a polished wooden door and finally you're in your office, the strong smell of the lavender air refresher quickly assaults your nostrils, but you are accustomed to it. You take the last swig from your energy drink and smirked, throwing your can in the garbage. You pull out a cigar and light up.
You look at your phone checking the time left for the meeting. 4:20, you chuckle to yourself wishing you had more than just some cigars. It has been 25 hours since you slept, shit, all-nighters suck.
You smoke quickly knowing you have 10 minutes left before you're in front of the investors. You sit on your desk chair, regretting you went to that party last night, wishing for another energy drink despite you don't like it too much. You call your assistant and ask her to buy another energy drink and some water bottles, because you like to make a good impression.
You look awful. You can't use your sunglasses to hide your sleepy eyes and your forget to trim your beard like every morning. You briefly wonder if they will notice it and if your assistance will come back on time, but your doubts are cut short by the time. People start to come in your office and they stay there until the meeting finishes at 6:30, now you can go to your penthouse, take a break on the jacuzzi and hang out in a bar. Then you can look for a girl and take her back to your place.
The color on your arm caught your eye. "Maybe I'll add another tattoo on my arm." you thought with excitement as you admired the intricate design that a professional tattooist had made on your forearm the last month when you met a gorgeous blonde who said she likes tattoos. Although you hide it well under your business suits, sometimes you could feel the judgement from some investors and employees. However you loved the feeling of defiance and freedom that it gives to you, it's your way to say that you're not another boring business man but a cool and high-spirited partier.