6:00 'oclock in the morning and the clock beeps. "Ugh..." He, Geoffrey Royce Rojas, as well known as, Prince Royce, moans. "It's time to get up for work," he continued, "on damn Monday". His voice was all stuffy because of the night before, after going out to an anthro. He went to his bathroom to get ready. When he realized he had a hickey on the left side of his neck. "Ah shit!", he exclaimed as he noticed it. While spending half an hour in the bathroom changing and getting ready, he left the house rushing to go get coffee. He arrived at Starbucks. "Hi. Uh um. Can I purchase a venti Vanilla Latte, please?" "Sure, that'll be $7.67, Sir. What is your name?" "Geoffrey. Geoffrey Royce Rojas." "Okay, thank you, your order will be here shortly." "Thank you." After waiting fifteen minutes, Royce got his latte and left. "Here ya go, Sir! Have a nice one!" "Thanks again." The office was a block away, so he walked there. Even though this car was parked in the dirveway of his job. As he walked in to the office, he was greeted by Shelly, his boss. "Good morning, Mr. 'Not So Monday'." "Good morning, S." "Here," she said handing him a pack of papers. "OH FUCK!" Royce thought to himself. "GREAAAAAT!" Arriving to his office, Jennifer gladly followed and greeted him. "Mr. Rojas, um, do you wanna go out for lunch later? I'm free," she winked and asked. "No, I can't.." "Oh okay. Sorry,"
"You have a call on Line 5." "I'll answer it give me a minute." Royce answered it and it was a state representive asking for Royce's time and this is how the story began.......