CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I decided to head to work the following day. There was little point staying home all day, doing nothing. Yeah, my leg still hurt like hell, but I had serious painkillers if I needed them. I could put myself to better use at the office. My only dilemma was how the hell was I going to get there? I supposed I could call a cab; I would soon be quite well off so it wasn’t like I couldn’t afford it or anything. But just as I was about to pick up the phone, it rang. It was Mum.
'Hi, sweetheart. You answered the phone quickly for someone who’s on crutches, didn’t you? How are you feeling, anyway?'
'Hi Mum. Much better thanks. I was just about to make a phone call to get a taxi to work.'
'What? You’re going to work already?'
'Well there’s not a lot of point hanging round here,
