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. Sunlight streamed through familiar curtains.

ble," I

lept in for years. I touched my stomach, expe

ck for any wounds. Nothing. It's still smooth, fl

r interrupted my s

ts your presence for breakfast. He's qu

er, said. Her voice is

e right down,"

er on my face. The mirror reflects a younger version of mysel

an't be

dar hanging by the vanity. T

3rd,

past. Before eve

ered around the breakfast table like nothing

father hiding behind his newspa

Grandfather who died five years

remarkably alive for a dead man.

say. I had totally forgotten

ng, don't be modest. Everyone's talking a

the same people who orchestrated my downfall? They look identical-m

'm just..

id, passing me a folder. "We're

In my timeline, our collaboration with the Lombardos was the beginning of

row?"

dfather scrutinizes m

his really happening? Have I actually traveled back in time

"No problem at all. In fact, I have some.

randfather says, sq

s real. Too re

rom the table. "I need to pr

glances. The same look they shared right before

e, I'll

I'll change

s of Kingwicke Enterprises to a

I made my way toward my corner office, each step punc

g my leather portfolio tighter against my

er. Sandra Salton, with her signature jet-black bob that f

ood at acting modest?" Sandra's ruby lips curled into a knowing smil

d, her burgundy stilettos matching the determined look in her eyes. She grip

Sandra rolled her eyes dramatically, "-I

mall paper slip from her blazer pocket and

number, raising an eyebrow. "Wha

te. I'm not letting you waste another minute on Tyler the non-billionaire." She strai

ra hated Tyler so much she m

he paper into my blazer pocket

face. "Did you hit your head somewhere? Or am I hallucinating? Y

nning my fingers along the edge of my desk. "This

bout?" Sandra asked, fli

me about this

is he's filthy rich, extremely g

oes this parago

head, thinking.

. My secretary, Emma, poked

here to see you. He does

dra, who shrugge

ouldn't hide the desperation in his eyes as he crossed the room, leanin

ant, Tyler?" M

I kiss my girlfriend anymore?" He sounded

ok it

without notice and expect

er with exaggerated focus. "Your next appoin

gently but firmly guid

Can you at least promise me you'll come to the re

union. Awful memories I bur

ning back in my chair. "

ion that seemed extreme for a simple s

vered him toward the exit. Once the door closed behind him,

" she muttered. "How did you

ndured not just Tyler, but everything else? And why did I

's celebrate after work. Your quarterly success deserv

ports covering my desk. "I st

sted, her tone br

ork, a sleek establishment with low lighting and private booths.

"This is for finally breaking up with that insufferable man." She took the second shot. Pausing wi

both foreign and familiar,

pleasantly. "I think we should head up to our ro

drifted past me,

I'll catch up

found my way to our room and collapsed o

my waist, pulling me against a solid chest. The scent wa

up, I found myself in