The taxi pulled up a block away from the Carrington Global building. I could see the tall glass tower and it was the place where Gary did his business if he wasn't busy with his father's political business. It was the place where he destroyed lives while drinking expensive whiskey.
My body was screaming. Every bump in the road had sent a fresh wave of pain through my broken ribs. My armfelt like a lead weight pulling at my shoulder and it's more of a mental pain. But the fire in my heart was hotter than the pain in my body.
I looked at my reflection in the taxi window. I had used makeup which is something I haven't done in a while, but I couldn't hide the dark, determined look in my eyes. I didn't look like the girl who had jumped to death just a few weeks ago. I looked like a woman who
