The Borderless Part 1 The gentle hum of the engine, smooth jazz notes seeping through the radio speakers and fellow cars floating by him and then back again on the unchanging grey of the freeway construed an atmosphere of sedated peace. But the suited man with two pale hands at the wheel was an island of torment in this tranquil sea. To him the weight of tension on his mind and shoulders was nameless. He had bought and sold to a profit throughout the eight hours. His commission was as good as any other day, his wife, his kids waiting at home but still his shoulders were tight and his soul tossed and turned. What was tying him in tension and what denied him his happiness?
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