I kept driving, billboards sliding past like a fever dream curated by my own success, and my brain started doing that thing it did when it got bored—calculating without asking permission. Numbers floated through my head while my hands handled traffic on autopilot, which was great, because apparently my subconscious had decided today was spreadsheet day and I was just along for the ride.
Quantum Tech.
Charlotte's company. The one I'd funded through Liberation Holdings. The one that was currently making every other tech giant look like they were operating with stone tools, good intentions, and a PowerPoint from 2014.
The numbers assembled themselves whether I wanted them to or not.
