Chapter One Hundred and Thirty One: A Fragile Return

Celine I was discharged from the hospital on the evening following the day I was hospitalized. I was displeased to have missed two days of work. It would raise suspicions, and I detested the idea of making pathetic answers like that. I couldn't tell anyone that I spent the two days away from work recuperating in a hospital, although I had to be accountable for my absence from work. There was no preferential treatment. I expected to be treated for my dedication to work as any other of my employees. Maybe there was a preferential treatment. Nobody could stand up to me and interrogate my work standards unless I voluntarily stepped out for the questioning. They were all too timid in lieu of the reputation I had set. I got into my car, which had been moved to a spot in the hospital's parking space. Finn was such a good person. There was no noticeable damage to my car during their attempt to get me out. I had winded down the window half-way while I drove on that day. When the di