RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE

Thoughts of Us

Tyrone stood by the room window, peering through the sheer shades as the sun started rising over the city horizon. He had continuously adored the calm of the early morning, a time when the world appeared to hold its breath before the chaos of the day set in.

Nowadays, be that as it may, he felt a strange greatness in his chest—a tie of uneasiness that had been developing ever since he got the welcome to talk at the conference in Chicago.

It wasn't the occasion itself that disturbed him; he had given presentations endless times before. It was the thought of leaving his wife alone for a week. He turned away from the window and looked at her. Judy was still sleeping, her dim hair spread over the pillow, her breathing relentless and calm. He knew she would never concede it, but she despised it when he travelled. It wasn’t that she couldn’t handle things on her own; she was furiously autonomous, more than competent of running the family and overseeing her own active career. But Tyrone det