JameyI really hate travelling.I hate the packing, the unpacking, the jetlag, the intense feeling of sorrow of Meadow leaving me.You know, Travel issues.Oh fuck, who was I kidding? I was a mess, I was more than a mess, I was falling apart.I hadn’t slept or ate, hadn’t shaved or spoken to anyone since the balcony incident. How was I supposed to? The one good thing, the only thing, one person that actually gave me peace of mind left me because of …. Me, my life, my chaos. I couldn’t blame her, she deserved better.Walking out of the jet, “Where’s Meadow?” Omar’s voice called out. He was standing casually outside my black Bugatti in a white dress shirt and black trousers.His words take me back to this morning when meadow asked me to leave and go back to work. The statement was already heart breaking but she delivered the final blow when she informed me that she would be resuming work next week, with the other normal employees.She wasn’t a normal employee.So I packed my things, bid
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