A collective gasp resonated from behind me.
I was aware that this moment marked the permanent loss of my family. However, I was at peace with it. I had finally awakened from this hellish dream.
After gathering my things, I was about to depart when I heard someone approaching.
"Livia..."
It was Flynn speaking.
A bitter smile played on my lips, but I didn't turn to face him. "You've succeeded. Your plan for revenge has worked perfectly."
My words were met with his silence.
I pulled my luggage along as I exited the house I had called home for a decade.
My phone vibrated with a text from an unknown sender.
[I hear you're seeking employment? As it happens, I'm in need of an assistant.]
The message was from Javier's father, who headed Myers Group.
Ninety days later.
"Assistant Livia, President Myers requests your presence in his office," the receptionist informed me, knocking on my desk.
I acknowledged her, tidied my paperwork, and made my way to the president's office.