Forty Three

Jameson's POV

The news is reporting on the public's reaction to my "death." I watch from the comfort of a luxury villa in South Africa. A million emotions are bubbling inside me. I feel like I'm watching a play. A play about my life, the one I left behind.

It's all so surreal.

They're saying I was killed in a car accident involving a bomb. The pictures of the mangled wreckage are splashed across the screen. I know it's fake. None of them knows the truth, and they never will.

There's a montage of my accomplishments, my "life's work." I see photos of me with my parents, my employees, and my friends. A lump forms in my throat, a painful reminder of what I left behind. I feel a pang of guilt for the pain I've caused them.