Will
As I sat there high above the clouds in the jet that was speeding me to Jacksonville, I didn’t know whether to be resentful or grateful. I supposed that would depend on how the trip turned out. You see, I’d been ordered to take two weeks of vacation. That’s right, ordered.
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“Will,” my boss Jake had said, “I want you to get out of town. Go somewhere fun. Go somewhere warm. Just get yourself straightened up and come back ready to do the kind of job for us you’ve always done. Until recently, that is.”
“Christ, Jake, I don’t want a vacation. I’ve never enjoyed traveling alone, and I sure as hell don’t have anybody to travel with.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know all about Sean. But that was months ago. You’ve moped around long enough. And, frankly, your work is suffering. I’ve tried to cu
