Dante woke up the next morning feeling like shit. He felt like he had been hit by a train. He groaned, glaring around, then walked into the bathroom to freshen up.

“I’ll be damned if I go to work today. I fucking need a break, and besides, I’ve been buried in my work ever since my wife left.” He mumbled that to himself. After doing his business, he headed back to bed, sleeping a little bit more.

Dante walked into his study immediately after he woke up. He massaged his eyes as he stared at the heap of documents on his desk. It had been a tough day for him,...