We talked about everything. Not just what happened, but everything before it too. We talked about Chloe, about Brook and Noah.
We talked about things I had pushed aside long before all of this. Things I had ignored. Things I thought I had already dealt with.
We unpacked it slowly, piece by piece, until I could sit with it without feeling like it was going to consume me.
I’m not done; I know that. I still have sessions. Still have things I need to work through, but I’m not where I was before and that’s enough for now.
I open my eyes again, staring at the ceiling for a moment before pushing myself up from the couch. I walk slowly across the room, my thoughts shifting as I move.
I can’t go back to Bio-Renew; that much is clear, but I do need a job. I need a new start.
For a moment, I consider working somewhere else. Starting over in a different company, somewhere I don’t have history tied to every corner, but the thought doesn’t sit right.
I pause near the window, looking out without really seeing anything.
I’ve spent too much time reacting. Too much time adjusting to things happening around me. I don’t want to do that anymore. I want control. I want a place where I can control everything that happens around me; that way nothing will ever fall apart ever again.
The idea pops in my head before I can even stop it.
What if I build something of my own? I have the credentials, the knowledge and the research.
I never thought about it that way. I’ve been working on it for a while now, something I never got the chance to fully develop, but I always thought that I would sell it to the highest bidder, but what if I don’t have to?
It’s something I believe could change things, shake up the medical field… so why develop it and sell it when it can be the engineering component of my own company?
I start pacing slowly, my mind already moving ahead, even as the idea digs it claws deep inside me.
Starting a company isn’t simple. It needs structure, planning and a lot of funding. And yes, sure, I have the money from Bio-Renew, but that money isn’t enough for something like this.
I exhale slowly, already thinking. I need investors and partnerships.
Lilly is the first name that comes to mind, but even that isn’t something I would go into unprepared. She taught me this part, so I know for something like this I’d need a proposal.
I stop mid-step, my mind already on grabbing a notebook, when a knock sounds at the door. I move towards it, expecting to see Lilly, but I pause when I find Adrian standing on the porch, hands in his pockets, looking unsure.
My mind goes back without warning to the last time I saw him before everything fell apart. I push the thought aside before it can settle because none of it matters now.
“Hi,” he says, his voice low and unsure.
“Hi,” I reply.
He studies me for a second, like he’s trying to read something in my face.
“Can I come in?” he asks.


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