Thomas E. Wolf

Seven months, Thomas had been in Utopia for seven short months and he felt incredibly out of place as the East coast had been the place he called home for most of his life. However, he even felt like a stranger in his own home; after the car crash, Thomas´s guilt and the burden he carried because of it was so big he didn’t feel the liberty of making any mistakes ever again, so he took choices that he knew would please the people around him and the people he had hurt. He had chosen a University in New York to keep close to his sister in case she ever needed him, after all the root of her disabilities and scars were his fault, the least he could do was be there for her at all times. He studied a career that would serve his family’s business, knowing that one day he had to take over his father even though he had wanted to run away and chase his own dreams when he was a kid, after the incident he had no choice but to never get out of line again.

Thomas Wolf had built his own prison the second he decided to drive while intoxicated that night. Even when he managed to stay out of legal repercussion and even his record remained clear as his father made a deal that would make it look like none of it had ever happened, he was still paying for it in some way though.

His life was no longer his own.

It had been a long day; meeting after meeting, the man had not left his office since he got there early in the morning and now that he looked out of the window from the tall building, he sighed at the sight of the dark skies. The sound of his phone making a sound to indicate a text massage had come in made him turn around and walk back to his desk where he had left his phone; Cameron Clark’s name showed on the screen with text asking if he was going to make it to the Honey Rooftop that night. 

“Running a little late… about to leave.” He typed back and hit sent before putting his phone in his pocket and began to save all his archives before turning off his computer and finally opening the drawer on his right to take his keys. After exiting his office and a short elevator ride after, the man got to the parking lot and got inside his Porsche and drove off to the bar. Once he parked his car, Thomas loosened his tie and removed off of his neck, unbuttoning the collar of his dress shirt after tossing his tie to the side and then got out of car, carrying his suit jacket on his hand as he put the alarm of his car and walked inside the bar, scanning the room to try and find Cameron but to no avail.

“Where the hell is this guy?” He mumbled as he walked towards the bar and lifted a hand to catch the bartender’s attention. “Hey, whiskey, please, on the rocks, no water.” He said before turning his head a little as he felt someone tapping on his shoulder.