A story I never finished

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I was looking through things I used to write. This is one I posted on reddit under my username there (different from the one here). I didn't finish this story and totally forgot about it until I began to read it. I figured I would share it here. Tell me what you think of it if you are so inclined. -*-*-*-*- My mother used to ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I never did have an answer for her. Sometimes I would say things like "Firefighter" or "Police man" but mostly I just shrugged. Eventually she stopped asking. It wasn't that I didn't know what I wanted to be, I just didn't think she'd approve of my answer. I lied to her the first few years of my adult life. We lived in different cities then, and she never got the chance to visit. She'd ask me how work at the office was going, and I'd make up some drama with a co-worker, or I'd just tell her it was busy and boring like always. She accepted this, never questioning me about it, never doubting I was telling her the truth. She even gushed about how proud of me she was. This always made me feel awkward and bad for lying to her. One day I even thought about telling her. We were on skype that day, and she was gabbing on about how she had been bragging about me. The guilt was eating at me, and I was just trying to figure out a way to tell her when she changed the subject. I decided it probably was for the best. I wasn't sure how to tell her, how to justify what I did for a living. I knew it would break her heart to learn that my chosen occupation was far removed from what she thought I did. So we went on like that for awhile, me lying to her about my career, her eating it up and gushing over her little boy growing into a young, successful man. The guilt wasn't tearing at me as much anymore, I was getting used to the lie, even half believing some of the stories I would tell her. All of that came to an end though, and let me tell you I'm actually rather relieved. I was on my way to a meeting with the head of my organization. I was rather nervous as this would be the first time I would be meeting them. Most of my assignments were delegated by my closest associate, and he also happened to be the one that got me the job, and generally vouched for my style of work. This meeting was necessary for me to get better assignments in the future. To travel to new places, and learn new techniques of my trade. This was a huge goal for me, and would be a big stepping stone in me eventually taking over, or starting my own company. I was aiming at taking over though, as I had been eyeing this organization for quite a while. I straightened the collar of my suit jacket, rubbed my sweaty palms on my pants, and opened the door to the bosses office. "Hello Son."