Fleeting Nature of Life

Monday — April 1

Gael took the morning off so he could have enough time to drive Angela around before her flight back to Mayne in a few hours. It was almost seven in the morning and he was in his home office, waiting for Angela to finish her last-minute packing—because God knows she wanted to bring the whole Manhattan back home and only decided an hour ago.

He was already dressed in a white shirt, navy suit, and tie when she told him. God, he loved the woman, but sometimes, he wanted to strangle her. And then love her again.

While waiting, Gael checked his emails, replying to some, and then continued to scroll down. Casually, he took a sip of espresso, and when he put the cup back down, he caught sight of a flash drive disguised as a cork that he stashed in a pin holder earlier that week, intending to check it during downtime but hadn't really gotten the chance.