A pound of flesh
Vincent POV
Returning to my apartment here in town, the place packed, everything covered and cleaned for storage. I hadn't intended to come back this soon, if ever. I knew that I would need to travel back here, but only in extreme situations. My job as CEO of this organization was a façade at best, with most of the actual work handled by my COO and the board of directors.
The highest level things we brought to me, being sure I signed off on all the larger ticket items. So being here was not required at all. Also, business hours here coincided with the nights overseas, so it worked easily for me, allowing me to keep a nocturnal schedule again. Something I hadn't been able to do for the last decade.