After the conversation that I had with the Sandoval, I found myself inside the car, driving back to the hotel so I can immediately leave this country. The last thing that I want is to face Lincoln and his mother at this moment. I need to be alone, to think, and meditate.
In a hurry, the moment the car pulled over the parking lot I hastily stepped outside and head inside the hotel. Not minding how other's eyes bore on me with confusion as to why I returned alone.
As I successfully brought myself back to our suite I work on my belongings and luggage. Stuffing my used clothes on the other side of it while I was on the phone, boarding a plane towards Milan.
Once everything settled, I moved as fast as I can. Bidding my farewell to the hotel staff and gave them back the key card to the room. A bodyguard then walked toward me and took my luggage. I ordered him to load it inside the car and head straight to the airport.