Ashiya
The sultry heat of the air welcomed me as we touched down at the DXB Dubai International Airport. It was around three in the afternoon and I felt groggy from lack of sleep and the change of timezone. It was a grueling week before.
After accepting the trip to Dubai for the international design conference, Mauro gave me tons of work - making me oversee the party for the politicians even if he hired a capable event coordinator, and never-ending office work even if I already delegated those tasks to capable staff. My phone was ringing even while boarding the plane because Mauro wanted me to call a congressman to confirm his attendance. I had to make a call and had to beg the flight attendant one more minute when I was asked to turn off the phone that was required before take off.
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