One thing about me? I don't go where I am not wanted, except of course for an important cause. Don Pedro has been after my life for the past few weeks, so going over to the correctional center where he is staying is paramount to my survival.
I can't sit still on the train, my fingers keep tapping nervously on the seat. Even when I try to withhold it by folding up my hands, the very next minute, I subconsciously continue doing it.
At some point I decide it's better if I bring my phone out to distract myself. I do just that, begin scrolling through my mailbox, looking for nothing and everything all at once.
I pause on seeing the condolence message Dave and the entire team had sent to me. Rolling my eyes, I open the message and am surprised to see that they had decided to sympathize with me by pardoning me for my mishaps. It is even mentioned that the remaining days of my suspension will now be recognized as my official leave days.
