~LAYLA~
FOUR MONTHS LATER
The camera flashes were so bright they blinded me, even with the SUV's tinted windows.
"They're still camped out," I noted, watching the paparazzi swarm the entrance of O'Brien Group of Companies Headquarters. "You'd think after four months, they'd get bored."
"We gave them a good story," Axel said from beside me. "The 'Phoenix CEO' and the 'Resurrected Tycoon.' It's good for stock prices, and bad for privacy."
I turned to him, and I must say, he looked good. Like really good.
The three surgeries to repair his fractured spine had been successful, though the doctors said it was a miracle he was walking at all.
The skin graft on his back where the shrapnel had hit was still healing, but the scarring was minimal.
The wheelchair he was gone now, replaced by a stylish ebony cane with a silver wolf's head handle that he used more for style than necessity these days.
