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The Man Who Followed People
We all need a hobby
Trevor lived in an expensive apartment on the ninth floor of an exclusive apartment building in the heart of the big city. The apartment had great views of the streets and people below as well as the distant hills across the water.
Trevor was unemployed because he did not need a job. He was quite wealthy. He had enough steady income from his trust funds, his investment funds, stocks and real estate holdings and other business holdings that he simply did not need to work. He attended one or two board meetings a month but that was all he did. The rest of his time was free.
He spent a lot of time standing at his window, coffee mug in hand, watching people moving about on the streets below his apartment. Though he was one of them he felt so far removed from them. He figured that most of those people walking the streets were either going to or coming back from their jobs, or they were running errands or taking care of some business. They seemed so busy earning a living and trying to make it in the city.
Occasionally, he would go to the garage and get in his Tesla then drive over the bridge towards the hills outside of the city. A drive through the countryside was always refreshing and satisfying but what Trevor preferred more than that was staying in the city and watching people. People…
