barrage of flashing lights nearly blinded me. A crowd of repor

e you were thrown out

e you at the altar for h

gold-digger who finally got ex

h an upstairs window, I could just make out Alex' s silhouette, watching the show he had clearly

gone, replaced by a clarity I hadn't possessed in my f

television camera. The shouted questions died down as the

em someth

my voice clear and steady, carrying over the silence. "Th

e pack of reporters. To them, I was just a jil

n mean, Mr. Hayes?"

l see,"

rted for me, a mixture of pity and contempt on their faces. Let them laugh. Let them mock. Their opinions we

, the memory of flames at my ba

edan pulled up silently beside me. The back window glided down, rev

he man asked, his voic

ed, ca

Chief of Staff for Dr. Sterlin

I had turned down three years ago in my first life. The dream career I

ad your paper on quantum entanglement applications five years ago and has been following your corporate patents ever since

't just a car. It was an escape hatch. I

car door from the insi

a monument to a life of thankless servitude. Then I looked at t

without a secon

n," I said, as the door closed with a solid, sa