LINCOLN
I sat on the chair close to Camilla's bed, she was lying still, the oxygen mask helping her breathe, drip transferring fluid to her body, the sound of the monitor. Everything was getting me pissed, especially seeing the once lively Avery Camilla on a bed with no smile on her face. It broke my heart a lot.
No matter how I saw it, I couldn't help her protect the people she has been protecting, I couldn't help them get their jobs back.
I saw about three of them, three days ago, when they were job hunting. It broke my heart that those once happy people weren't happy anymore. I had to think of a way to help them. My dad is still part of the board of directors. I can't just employ people like that unless they are needed.
What's the point of being a CEO when you can't actua
