Dante woke up the next morning feeling like sh*t. He felt like he had been hit by a train. He groaned, glaring around, then walked into the bathroom to freshen up. ‘I’ll be damned if I go to work today. I f*cking need a break, besides I’ve been buried in my work ever since my wife left.’ He mumbled that to himself. After doing his business, he headed back to bed, sleeping a little bit more.
Dante walked into his study immediately after he woke up. He massaged his eyes as he stared at the heap of documents on his desk. It had been a tough day for him, made more difficult by his inability to locate Lola. He missed her, and he was fully aware that her departure was entirely his fault. He checked the clock after checking over some paperwork. It was already 1:00 a.m. He rose from his desk, win
