Page 1 of To Feel Like This Again
Prologue
From: [email protected]
Bcc: [email protected]
Subject: Resignation
April 1, 2025, 10:03 AM
Hi Heidi,
As discussed, I am resigning from my position as VP — Latin America and Caribbean, effective June 30, 2025.
Thanks.
Regards,
Nicholas Thomas
VP — Latin America and Caribbean
State Foods, Inc.
From: [email protected]
Subject: RE: Resignation
April 1, 2025, 10:04 AM
Please don’t do this.
Lisa Davis
Chief Executive Officer
State Foods, Inc.
Chapter 1
Lisa
My eyes automatically open at 4:58am. While still under the covers, I roll towards the nightstand and in the dark search for my phone. Double tapping the screen, the faint glow illuminates the room as the picture of my family appears. Myfavouritepicture. The one I also have framed on my mahogany desk at work. A daily reminder of what is important.
The picture was taken in the Great Smoky Mountain, the breathtakingly beautiful background resembling one of those wallpapers you see when you turn on your pc. My husband, Alex, is standing behind me, his strong arms enveloping me. At 6ft 2in, I loved that he towered above me, it made me feel protected. And while he may not bePeoplemagazine's Sexiest Man Alive, back then when he used to hit the gym hard, he was ripped. And I’m a sucker for muscles.
I’m not sure why but at the end of every workday when I’ve had to make difficult decisions, handle tough situations, and direct a group of closet misogynists… I want to get a break from being commander in chief. I want someone else to be in charge. I want Alex to take control of me. I want him to do unmentionable things to me. When theFifty Shades of Greytrilogy came out, I had pretended I was curious about the hype.Yeah, sure.
But then Alex stopped being the man of the house over twenty years ago when my paycheck doubled his. Back then, our salaries were literally paid by check. That was a long time ago.
Alex resents me for my career.
Thirteen years ago, when the chairman advised they were appointing me CEO of State Foods, I had cried myself to sleep because I wasafraid to share my accomplishment — that I had achieved my lifelong career goal — with my husband. He found out a few weeks later on the news and was angry, going as far as scolding me for not telling him. Later that night we made up and I had hoped that his anger would have sparked hot and passionate make-up sex. Sex so passionate that I would have been left panting and breathless. Instead, it was the typical, predictable, boring sex that brought one of us to orgasm — Alex. As usual I had gone through the motions, arching my back and moaning at the right times, all the while thinking about the meetings I had lined up for the next day. Many nights, I just lie there, fantasizing about the kind of sex I doubt I will ever experience.
