Homework felt too weird to complete when I was dealing with people recklessly killing each other and snitching to their handlers.

“Are you alright?”

He was still there in the front seat trying to hand me my portion of the food order. I wanted to take it, but my hands wouldn’t move. My stomach didn’t feel quite right again.

The door opened automatically. My body knew what it needed to do. I was on the side of the car dry heaving again. Throwing up was becoming normal and I was sure I needed medication of some sort for the mental breakdowns that felt never-ending.

James was there. Brent was there. Someone was holding my hair and rubbing my back. Tears flowed freely and I couldn’t throw up no matter how desperately I wanted to. It was all stomach acid and spit. God, it hurt.

“I think I’m hungry now.”

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My bed was cozy as James went on about basic business topics and how to read certain documents. He knew I wasn’t paying much attention, but he also knew that I needed some form of distraction for my aching and broken mind.

I threw my food up when I got home. Brent and Kelly chatted about who knows what when I passed out from throwing up. James sat with the other guy outside for a bit while I was taking a disassociation induced nap.

“... to find financial irregularities.”

Like I said, I wasn’t paying much attention.

“Can you repeat that last statement?” I was staring at the ceiling, lost in my own thoughts.

“Learning to understand quarterly reports and the balance sheets will help if you are looking to find financial irregularities.”

“Has anyone been keeping track of those documents? I think I want the name of the person who handles reports like these. They may be connected to the people who had a hand in trying to destroy my mother’s legacy.”

He looked surprised almost. Like the documents he talked about were in the hands of someone capable. But, from what I’ve learned lately, no one was to be trusted. My guard would be up and strong around everyone who wasn’t me.

“Mr. Evans would have the name of anyone handling finances. It may be more than one person and if you’re correct in your assumptions, it would be tearing down the company leadership and putting it back together. A feat in itself outside of keeping daily operations going.”

If the financial portion of the company was being handled by those wanting to do us dirty, I didn’t want to know who else was inside the walls that had sledgehammers waiting to tear down the walls. Another worry to add to the list.