MEGAN
Four months later...
OUR DAYS in New York was over. After attending two fundraising events, meeting with investors, and a dinner date with Forrest, I didn't think I could still stand straight. I was exhausted. I just wanted to throw myself in the end and sleep for a day. Not that I was complaining, in fact, I was beyond grateful for everything.
But I invited my friends to come over to the private jet we chartered before we headed back to England. I popped a Champagne.
Since Forrest traveled a lot, he planned on purchasing a jet. He let me look over the reports, investments, and insurance of the new Atto Tech project last month.
“What are we celebrating? Don’t tell me Lord Kentworthry is buying this jet?” Pyke joked.
“Not this one. But it’s more than that.” I bit my lip.
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