CHAPTER FORTY
OLD MEMORIES
REED’S POV
If someone had told me two weeks ago that I’d be voluntarily working on a freaking Saturday, I would’ve laughed in their face. Hard. Yet here I am, sitting in my office, sleeves rolled up, actually focused. I barely recognize this version of myself.
Hell, I didn’t even realize how far I’d drifted from my old habits until I caught myself scheduling investor meetings for the entire upcoming week. Dominic insists I don’t need to. Says I could get the funding through him in a heartbeat if I wanted to. And he’s not wrong. I know he is filthy rich. The man put a whole president in jail.
But that’s the problem.
I don’t want to.
The family name can only take you so far. The money, I already took enough when I started the company. The rest? I want it ear
