Lorenzo's POV
I was up early the next morning. I had packed my bag and I was careful to make sure that my phone was switched off. I didn't want any of my employees calling me and asking me for any information lest I disclosed to them that I was leaving the pack and put them at greater risk.
I had scheduled my flight early for about 8:00 a.m.
It was 6:00 in the morning and I decided to make an early trip to the airport.
Ever since my phone call, I had avoided the use of my car and I was beginning to doubt if there was actually a bomb inside it. In fact, I was beginning to doubt if anyone was after me at all. I had only heard that strange voice once and it was the day that Mark was killed.
It was possible for me to totally refute the idea of being hunted down but the death of my mana
