He groaned. "Worst. Job. Ever." He didn't even know how much they paid him, and he was already responsible for two reconstructions in one day.
Tommy dragged himself back to the Önager family mansion. The gates creaked open, revealing a sprawling estate of marble columns and manicured hedges that felt more like a museum than a home.
He still couldn't understand how his family had grown so rich during his three-year coma. They'd been comfortably middle-class before, but now? 'What happened?' he wondered as he stepped inside.
His twin sister, Aloy, sat rigidly on a velvet sofa in the cavernous living room, dressed in a nightgown. A half-finished spreadsheet glowed on her laptop atop the small table before her.
"Wow, you're earlier than I thought," she said, not looking up.
Tommy kicked off his boots, leaving soot stains on the Persian rug. "Nah, just figured I'd grace you with my presence." He collapsed onto the sofa opposite her, wincing as the gash on his ribs throbbed.
