The days blurred together as I settled back into work.
Now that I was finally out of the hospital and with some leave under my belt, I was using every spare second I could scrape together to lay the groundwork for my plans—businesses, investments, anything that would build a secure future and fund the revenge I had in mind.
I invested in a few promising stocks I knew would skyrocket in the years ahead, thanks to that unfair advantage called "memory." The extra income would come in handy soon.
And, thankfully, I no longer had to share an office with Jo. I had a private space now, somewhere I could breathe and focus without distractions. Well, almost. There was still the occasional, uninvited intrusion, Gabriel being the worst offender.
I hadn't seen Jason since my discharge, and despite my better judgment, part of me felt a stupid pang of disappointment. I forced myself to shake off the feeling.