The next year and a half passed in a blur. After several near-death experiences in his dad's truck, Justin got his driver's license.
His freelance business expanded to the point that he had enough money in his savings account to start investing in a few promising start ups and hire a few other people to help with the project load coming through his website.
His parents still didn't have a clue. They may have helped him set up the bank account but they never monitored it.
Whenever he wasn't working, he was studying. His grades needed to be high enough to get into any university in California because he didn't know where Emily wanted to go. She had confided to RoboCat that she still wasn't sure herself.
