Larry
It has been six months since I left for Italy. I've been working myself to the ground. Not once did I come up for air. The success is proof of my hard work. Not only did I manage to move our office and expand the Milan Richardson Branch Office, but I also acquired half a dozen small businesses and took them under our wings.
By pumping money into them, I am putting new life, slapping our brand on those companies, and causing them to easily flourish under the new management. I am always the last one to leave and the first to arrive at the office. I don't have a social life. I don't work for a living, I live to work. Work is the only way I can forget momentarily about my f****d up life. About Gemma. About the one person that I always love.
"You look like s**t," Tyler greets me the se
