Jacob, the sender of the email, remained blissfully unaware that this correspondence would become the catalyst for his departure from the esteemed Calligraphy and Painting Association.
The night was restless for him in the shabby express hotel. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes as he rushed to the airport the next morning.
Security check, immigration, boarding-everything proceeded smoothly. By 10 o'clock in the morning, the plane carrying him had taken off from Aurous Hill Airport, bound for the dazzling city of Dubai.
***
Meanwhile, several vice presidents of the Calligraphy and Painting Association had already gathered in Chairman Price's office.
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