stop being silly

VINCENZO

I dropped on the bed, totally and utterly drained. It'd been a long day today. We'd left the airport to attend a conference which had nothing to do with how miserable I was. If anything, I'd enjoyed every bit of it. I'd learnt a lot. My problem stemmed from the one hour drive to Melbourne where Padre had some old friends. To cut the story short, time had been nonexistent.

I loosened my tie and tossed it to the floor. Sighing as I admitted to the good side of the whole thing: connection, experience. If I embarked on, say, two more trips like this with Padre, I'd be fully made.

I took a shower and got ready for bed. While dressing in front of the closet, my eyes fell on the nightstand and a flash of memory hit me.

I'd been away from Rina for days, and while I didn't expect her to call, I felt sour. Bitter? Weird? I didn't know what to call it, but it was something. Most of the servants usually traveled home for the holiday and this fact further worsened my plight.

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