Layla had message him that she hated him. That she loved him and he broke her heart. His job just told him that he had to leave to today.
"Don't I get like two weeks."
"Fuck no."
So he was back in his apartment. The air conditioner was off and he was sweating. He checked his bank account. 1000 dollars. He thought about all that he could do with that. He could invest it, he could buy a car, a used car. He could do something with it.
He put it online, on an influencer, bet that they'd make it big. Some real money, he thought. He looked at different people, some people ate stuff other people just did weird shit. A guy in a room of puppies seemed pretty good. The 1000$ made the guy bark, and others followed suit. It worked, it hadn't been crazy, but he 3x his money.
Hell, he'd get paid in a week, at least 75% of his salary, so he'd have even more money. He was practically rich. If he took out the rent he could buy a trip to England. London.
So he did that.
Westcity
to London innit. He thought, and he booked a window seat.