Life had to go on, even though CJ was never far from my mind. Congressional testimony was upon me, and I was heavily involved in negotiations to get more contracts from Singapore. It seemed that, everywhere I looked, people around the world were hungry for my products. It took my mind off of what was happening, at least for a little while. But, at the end of the day, when I was alone in my apartment, I thought of CJ. I would go and visit her every day, to see if there was any change, but there never was. So, I would go home and feel defeated. Marisa was, surprisingly, still in the hospital. She must have had more damage than I had anticipated, or, perhaps, she was just still in shock. I didn’t find out much about her, even though I asked, mainly because of privacy laws. I didn’t try to pull the card that I was a major benefactor of that hospital, at least when it came to Marisa. I was concerned about her, but I felt that she was going to recover, so I wasn’t overly worried.
