PEERY’S POV
It was great to be back home.
New York had always been that way.
You spend so much time in it that you start to hate the place--my vacation was all I needed to see it all from a different perspective.
Rome was great and all. But at least I get to cuss at people in English now and get a reply I can understand. Italian was a beautiful language and s**t, but I never knew if those bastards were cussing me out or complimenting me.
It usually a gamble to decide which it was.
Cruising down the road, I tried to plan the rest of my day in my head. I was tired and jet lagged as hell, but I had to have a meeting with the board, inform them about the success I made in Italy, and then move on to the next thing on our list.
The greatest thing I could add.
If I could manage to score w
