A year passed.
My investments grew.
The small company I had invested in became successful.
I created my own logistics consulting company.
Then I hired people.
Good people.
People who reminded me of who I had been.
Hardworking.
Overworked.
Underpaid.
Afraid to say no.
I changed the culture.
No one worked sixteen-hour shifts.
No one was expected to sacrifice their health.
And strangely, that made the company more productive.
Within eighteen months, we were profitable.
Within two years, we had contracts with major companies.
By then, Chloe’s attitude had completely changed.
She started contacting me regularly.
She had heard about my success.
She suddenly wanted to “talk.”
One evening, she came to my office.
She walked in wearing an expensive dress.
I knew that dress.
In my first life, I had bought it.
She sat across from me.
“You’ve changed.”
“So have you.”
“I was wrong about us.”
“No.”
She looked at me.
“You don’t even want to hear me?”
“I already heard you.”
“I loved you.”
“You loved what I gave you.”
She lowered her eyes.
“Can we start over?”
I almost felt sorry for her.
Almost.
Then Daniel walked into the building.
He didn’t know I was there.
