The jungle around me buzzed with life, the sounds of unseen creatures reminding me I wasn’t alone. My survival instincts kicked in, honed over decades of fierce business battles. I had crawled my way up from nothing before, and I was prepared to do it again. I knew I couldn’t confront them directly; they would have an explanation ready, a story to cover their tracks. No, I needed to plan carefully.
I spent hours in the jungle, finding shelter under the dense canopy of trees as I strategized my next move. I knew the jungle well from my younger days, and it seemed fate had brought me back to the wild to reclaim my life. As the sun set, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple, I made my way back to civilization. I had friends, contacts in every corner of the world, and they owed me favors. It was time to collect.
By the time I reached my hotel room, I was a different man. The fear and betrayal had ignited a fire within me, the likes of which I hadn’t felt in years. I freshened up, removing the grime of the river, letting the hot shower wash away the remnants of treachery. Dressed in fresh clothes, I headed to the local internet café, where I sent urgent messages to my most trusted allies. Within hours, help was on its way.
