Part One: The departure.
Camille Saroyan's feet hit the pavement in a regular thuds, moving close to in time with the beat of Leona Lewis's "Bleeding Love," but the words of the pop song don't register. Her mind just keeps repeating the chorus: You cut me open and I keep bleeding keep keep bleeding love.
She still isn't over the betrayal of Zach, the loss of him, the state of her team.
Cam's team was broken, and she wasn't sure she could repair it. She'd hope the run would help her forget, help her focus on nothing more than pushing her body as hard as she could, but it seemed to boil things down to that one essential fact and leave room for nothing else.
keep bleeding, keep bleeding love
The break itself wasn't her fault, of course. How could she have known about Zach, about what he went through and what he did and who he had become? She wasn't some sort of psychic. And Zach had just acted like Zach, no more or less strange than he ever was.
She's had management challenges before - many of them - but never had she had to deal with this kind of insanity.
And now Cam's going to have to repair her team. After the suspicions that had been flung around, there was no way she'd be able to do it with a few team-building exercises and a few after-work happy hours. This was going to take serious effort, and serious thought.
Rounding a corner, she swears under her breath as the song switches to Spoon's "Monsieur Valentine," and she picks up the pace.
keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding, keep bleeding love, you cut me open and I...
That's when the earth started to shake, and a flash of lightning blinded her, on this sunny Sunday that didn't have a cloud in the sky.
She still isn't over the betrayal of Zach, the loss of him, the state of her team.
Cam's team was broken, and she wasn't sure she could repair it. She'd hope the run would help her forget, help her focus on nothing more than pushing her body as hard as she could, but it seemed to boil things down to that one essential fact and leave room for nothing else.
keep bleeding, keep bleeding love
The break itself wasn't her fault, of course. How could she have known about Zach, about what he went through and what he did and who he had become? She wasn't some sort of psychic. And Zach had just acted like Zach, no more or less strange than he ever was.
She's had management challenges before - many of them - but never had she had to deal with this kind of insanity.
And now Cam's going to have to repair her team. After the suspicions that had been flung around, there was no way she'd be able to do it with a few team-building exercises and a few after-work happy hours. This was going to take serious effort, and serious thought.
Rounding a corner, she swears under her breath as the song switches to Spoon's "Monsieur Valentine," and she picks up the pace.
keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding, keep bleeding love, you cut me open and I...
That's when the earth started to shake, and a flash of lightning blinded her, on this sunny Sunday that didn't have a cloud in the sky.