For the entire next week, I lived my life under official "suspension for self-reflection."
I spent my days at the library, in coffee shops, and occasionally wandering through art galleries. From an outsider's perspective, I looked perfectly relaxed and carefree.
Ethan called me twice.
The first time, he chewed me out, yelling that I was supposed to be reflecting on my mistakes, not out enjoying myself around town like I was on vacation.
The second time, he hit me with the official notice. Because of my so-called gross negligence, my entire stock dividend was stripped.
I took the news completely calmly.
Behind the scenes, though, Oliver and I were talking more than ever.
He used every channel at his disposal to dig deep into Flora and her daughter's background, and to pick apart Etha
