Malakai:
I growl at the screen from my hotel room, staring at the picture that Nico sent me earlier, how dare he? The caption reads: having breakfast with a brilliant as hell chef! That mother fucker even had the guts to slap on a filter. And Scarlett…she's smiling, she's smiling to someone that isn't me.
Damn it, in all my years of doing this, I have never been as eager to get out of a business than I am right now. I want to leave this hotel room and go back home, and I have never felt this intense urge before.
Thankfully, all the work I've been doing will be wrapped up tomorrow morning and then I can take the one hour flight back to New York.
I drop the phone on my bed side table, feeling very familiar with the darkness that's starting to surround me. My phone lights up, and I ponde
