The next day, Viola heard from her former colleagues: Maggie had been fired from the lab.
Viola laughed out loud when she heard the news. "Karma's real! Now we just have to wait until that jerk gets what's coming to him."
I looked at my right hand, now fitted with a prosthesis, and gently stroked it.
Maybe losing my hand was my own sort of karma for trusting him. But at least I'd finally wised up and moved on.
After that, I threw myself into my work. Instead of losing my edge, I felt sharper than ever. Soon enough, the Nature Conservation Society reached out, inviting me to their headquarters as a speaker. Viola couldn't have been more thrilled, calling it a golden opportunity.
I had been delayed for too long. I wasn't about to miss out on something this good. So, I agreed without he
