Jack finally turned on his phone. Notifications started raining in, he wanted them all to stop. He had taken out enough money to be fine for like another weeks. The texts mostly consisted of threats, questions about "what the fuck he thought he was doing?" or "Where the fuck are you?".
These were mostly from his girlfriend, his assistant could see when he read her texts, it just said "Test" and she knew that if she had blue check marks he was okay. Where ever he was, she was supposed to transfer some money to another account too, tell his wife it was just for some juice thing.
He checked his
Instagram
she had kept posting on his behalf, updating it looked like they were still together. Out for a hike, out somewhere else. It disgusted him, for some reason looking at it like this made him feel sick meaningless. Everything just keeps going he thought, the content doesn't stop.
A knock on the top of his car, and a muffled voice.
"LETS GO BUD." Aaron cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled at the window.
"We don't got time for some instagram shit. Gotta focus on the present man, on gettin that pizza."
