"You should be in the air right now, in fact you could have left hours ago, no?"Maurice snapped
"I'm set to fly out later this morning. Should get in by 9am" Cless said.

"I'm seeing the program absolutely, but also relatively. Maybe all this stuff I'm doing won't matter in five weeks." Cless thought aloud.

"There are too many other people out there that would kill to be in this position you're in. If nothing else, you owe it to yourself to game hard here." Maurice said

"Is it that I'm being written into someone elses script? That's it isnt it, its still unfulffiling because all this is just someone else's construct. I'm not even working for my own good." Cless confesses.

"WHO'S SCRIPT? WHO IS CONTROLLING THIS SCRIPT?" Maurice yelled

"It's not me, it's my ego" Cless started to crumple.

"Then give it up. Stop. Go back home, you know where this is going"

"I can't there's too much in the pot."

"Then live here like you're immortal, press forward into the chaos. Things won't change! GET ON THE AIRPLANE, GO!"

"Got it, Ok" .