She's gone...
Temp. work leave. Staying home for a month with Emma and Em. Send all papers to Dawson in Branch 3. No press. No interns. Hire three hundred in Fairbanks to cover low shipment phase. Fire twenty in Orla to make up for last weeks mix-up.
Will attend_
*Adam sat at his computer, staring at the last line of text he'd began to tak into the board. His eyes were red and puffy, a sniffling nose hoping to keep back his sorrow. Anna had died last night. His bounty hunter had died. His friend had died.*
Will attend_
*Adam sat at his computer, staring at the last line of text he'd began to tak into the board. His eyes were red and puffy, a sniffling nose hoping to keep back his sorrow. Anna had died last night. His bounty hunter had died. His friend had died.*