Chapter 25: therapist III
Chapter 24
I leaned back slightly. "What I really love is economics—especially finance and investment. Not the theoretical stuff. I love studying markets. I love investing. And, ironically... I'm already the best in the world."
Dr. Freeman raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
I gave a slight shrug, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. "I know it sounds arrogant. Maybe it is. But I understand how the system works. I see patterns. I can predict behavior—not because I'm special, but because I pay attention. Believe it or not, give me ten years, and I'll be on the cover of Forbes."
"But you don't sound proud of it," she said. "I've never interviewed Shaquille O'Neal, but I know what pride sounds like."
I nodded. "I've made peace with it."
Still, it never felt like something I had truly earned. Back when I worked in finance, I had no problem accepting praise for wins that were mostly due to luck or randomness—so maybe I'm more comfortable with this than I let on.
Dr. Freeman leaned forward slightly, watching me. "You're not ready to talk about all of it, are you?"
I shook my head.
This is the one thing I'll never talk about—not with her, not with anyone. My past life stays mine.
