It was finally over. Dad gave me the company. I didn’t tell them about Cole. I just wanted to be happy. I went to work and came home. Time went by. Then, I heard Tiffany was leaving. The person who liked Chad the most didn’t want him.

She posted something online. She told everyone about Chad. I paid for it to get some attention. The company crashed. Chad was running everywhere. He asked me for help. It had been months. I was working hard. Chad was a mess.

I asked, “Do you want me to help?” He shook his head. “I’m broken. It’s my fault.” I tried not to smile.

“This isn’t bad. You were happy before. You made up for what you did before. That’s enough.” People shouldn’t be greedy. That was the last time I saw Chad. Three months later, his company failed. He was drunk, and died in the bath. What goes around comes around.

Cole was rubbing my back. “My dad said people who were bad didn’t get far.”