New life (part1)

I packed my business gear into my green duffle-bag, that looked as inappropriate to it’s contents, as I felt going on the trip. The trip was business, and I felt like an impostor. A fake business man, who might look the part, but secretly wanted to bring down the organization of which I had just joined. It felt wrong, as if I had sold myself out to the suits I said I would always rebel against.


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