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The bailiffs escorted Mike to a holding cell. Mike sat on the bench and started to think about his life. He had a flashback to the day he decided to move to Miami.
“I’m sick of working eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street,” Mike had told his best friend Jared. “Life’s too short. I need some fresh air and fun in the sun. I’m as pale as a ghost.”
“Me too,” responded Jared.
“I’ve been working my whole life. I worked so hard to get into NYU and graduate magna c*m laude in economics. My good grades, internships, and hard worked helped me get into the MBA program at Columbia. Five years of working like a dog on Wall Street has allowed me to pay off my student loans, but is my quality of life any better? I live to work. This is normal to me. I traveled to Florida for a week and saw people play
