David, the CEO of the renowned Parker Corporation company which is well developed company in city.
woke up when buzz of his alarm.he has dark hair with fair complexion of skin,caramel brown eyes, a sharp nose, broad shoulders, and a thin waist, he was a sight to behold.
As he sliding the blanket off and yawned with cover his mouth with his hand, he checked his mobile for the day's schedule.David had been living with his grandfather, Christopher Parker, since childhood, after his parents died in a car accident in front of him when he was just six years old. The traumatic event had left him with PTSD (It's a neurological disorder or Brain Trauma).
David wore on his slippers and walked to the bathroom, where he brushed his teeth and then indulged in a refreshing shower. He applied body wash to his muscular body,open the shower tap,gently scrubbing it to form a rich lather. After washing off, he wrapped himself in a grey bathrobe and dried his wet hair with a towel, moving his hands swiftly to rid his hair of water droplets that fell onto the marble tile.
As he entered his room, David chose an outfit that exuded confidence: an off-white shirt that accentuated his physique, paired with a navy blue blazer and trousers that highlighted his tall, handsome frame.
He selected a tie that complemented his outfit – navy blue with white stripes – and accessorized with a wristwatch, cologne, socks, and polished black shoes.
Just as he finished getting ready, a servant knocked on his door and called out, "Breakfast is ready, sir!" David replied, "I'm coming," and the servant responded with a courteous "Okay, sir!"
David headed to the dining hall, where his grandfather, the founder of Parker Corporation, was already seated. "Good morning, Grandpa," David greeted, taking his seat. The breakfast spread consisted of bread with butter, an omelette topped with cherry tomatoes, and a glass of orange juice. After finishing his meal, David bid his grandfather farewell and set off for the office. "Bye, Grandpa," he said, leaving the house behind.
After bidding his grandfather farewell, David arrived at the Parker Corporation office, ready to tackle the day's challenges. As he stepped into his office, his assistant manager, William, greeted him with a stack of files and a cup of coffee.
"Good morning, sir. Today's schedule includes a meeting with the marketing team to discuss the new campaign strategy," William said, handing David the files.
David took a sip of his coffee and began reviewing the files. As he scanned the documents, he noticed a discrepancy in the marketing budget. He called William back into his office.
"William, can you explain this discrepancy in the marketing budget?" David asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
William hesitated before responding, "Sir, I think there might have been an error in the calculations. I'll review it again and get back to you."
Just then, David's phone buzzed with an incoming call from an unknown number. He answered it, and his expression turned serious.
The call was brief, and David's eyes narrowed slightly as he listened. "I'll schedule an appointment," he said finally, before hanging up.
William looked at him expectantly. "Sir, is everything alright?" William asked.
David nodded curtly. "Yes, William. Just a personal matter. Let's focus on the marketing meeting. Please ensure everything is in order."
As William left the office, David's thoughts lingered on the call. It was from his Dr.Smith, where doctor called David to his clinic for discussing about his ongoing treatment for PTSD, a condition he kept hidden from everyone at the office and even his family.
The pressure of being a CEO made it crucial for him to maintain a facade of strength and control. Little did anyone know that beneath the surface, David was struggling with his trauma.
"As the day progressed, David's focus shifted between the marketing meeting and his upcoming doctor's appointment. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered after the call. The appointment was scheduled for later that day, and David wondered what new developments his doctor would discuss.
During the marketing meeting, David's sharp mind and strategic thinking shone through, impressing the team with his innovative ideas. However, beneath the surface, he struggled to keep his anxiety at bay. The meeting concluded successfully, but David knew he needed to address his growing unease.
As he wrapped up the meeting, David instructed William to finalize the marketing strategy and prepare for the next board meeting. With his professional obligations temporarily under control, David's thoughts turned to his personal struggle.
After meeting with the marketing team, David went to his appointment with the doctor, feeling tense about what the doctor's results would be.
"Could the doctor cure his disease"?
He called William to drop him off at the doctor's clinic, as only William knew about his PTSD. William dropped him off secretly at the doctor's clinic.
As David entered the clinic, his anxiety grew. David sat in the Dr. Smith's office, he couldn't help but feel a anoxious. The Dr. Smith's, a calm and collected professional, began to speak.
"David, based on our previous sessions and the latest assessments, I believe we can make some progress with your PTSD.
"However, it's essential to understand that everyone's journey is different, and we need to tailor our approach to your specific needs."
David listened intently, his mind racing with questions and concerns. The Dr. Smith's continued, "I recommend a combination of therapy and medication to help manage your symptoms. We'll work on developing coping mechanisms and strategies to deal with triggers."
David nodded, taking in the Dr. Smith's words. He felt a glimmer of hope, but also apprehension about the road ahead.
The doctor leaned forward, his expression empathetic. "David, I want you to know that you're not alone in this. Many people have successfully managed their PTSD and gone on to lead fulfilling lives. With the right support and treatment, I believe you can too."
David's eyes met the doctor's, and for a moment, he felt a sense of connection and understanding. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to heal and move forward.
As He would face his challenges head-on, with the support of his doctor and William, the one person who knew his secret.
David left the clinic with his pills bottle which is recommend by Dr. Smith's, ready to take the next step in his journey. William was waiting for him, discreetly parked outside.
"How was it, sir?" William asked softly, as David settled into the car.
David took a deep breath, feeling a sense of gratitude toward William. "It's going to be a long road, William. But I think I'm ready to face it."