The next morning, Montez woke up with the sun streaming through his window. Every day was torturously the same these days. It felt like he was tossed into a loop and cursed to relive the same moments over and over again.

His billion-dollar empire was the only thing still keeping him sane. Seriously, how do poor people not die of depression? Wait, some actually do.

It wasn’t until he got into the bathtub that the memories of last night’s ordeal with ...