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It is the next morning, around 5.a.m. James is laying in his bed, having a staring contest with his ceiling. He did not sleep a second that night, his mind spinning in all sorts of directions. His thoughts curled round and round, trying to comprehend what just went down a few hours prior.
Deep down he knew that Selene would never cheat on him. That it's simply not her character, her way of being. But that damn picture Sharon handed to him proved that wrong, made him realize that there is not a single woman on this planet you can trust.
He dragged himself out of bed at around 6, knowing that he won't be sleeping anyway. He made his way down to his gym, got dressed in appropriate wardrobe and started violently throwing punches at his punching bag. Over and Over again.For about good 2 hours on end.
Strong, precisely aimed fists lading on the leather bag over and over again, repeatedly hitting the innocent material, left and right, making it shake, the metal chain that kept it pinned to the ceiling breaking down from its hold eventually, spilling the contents of the punching bag over his expensive marble floor.
His cleaning woman sure to enjoy the mess.
The tiny drops of sweat prickling on his forehead, slowly spilling down his body, over his heavily breathing chest, trying to catch his breath.
Letting the mess he made just sit there, leaving the gym to take a much needed shower, he was hoping to feel better after he relieved his stress. But once he stepped under the cold stream of his laughably expensive shower, all the thoughts just crept back into his head. Making him groan out on utter frustration.
Hoping, that work would get his mind off things, he finds himself riding up the elevator to his office a few minutes later.
Only now realizing that he basically got there on autopilot. He did not remember putting on his suit. He did not remember jumping into his car and driving through downtown Manhattan. He did not remember that he parked his car in its usual spot and made his way into the elevator that is currently ascending up to his law firm. He just did it.
James couldn't remember that he was ever this early at work. But there was nothing else he could do, so why not work?
Strutting his way down the hallway, up to his office, he noticed that one thing was missing;
The smell of coffee, that usually greets him.
Normally, at least Selene would be up at the law firm already, placing the mugs of steaming hot coffee on every desk and getting all needed things ready for the day. But she wasn't there. It was empty. Dark, really.
