Walking out of the coffee shop, the sun was blinding.
I took out my phone and looked at my account balance.
Three hundred million had become six hundred million.
One year, raking in six hundred million.
Double what I had expected.
I smiled and put the phone away.
I raised my hand and hailed a taxi.
"To the airport."
The driver looked at me in the rear-view mirror.
"Miss, where are you headed?"
I looked out the window.
This city. I have stayed here for over a year.
From a stand-in to six hundred million.
From a "crazy person" sent to a mental hospital to the one who put the b***h in prison.
It was worth it.
"Somewhere without Luke Davis."
The driver laughed.
"And where is that?"
I laughed too.
"Anywhere is fine."
The End.
Extra: Luke
Three months later.
I stood at the
