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(Thomas)I’ve been trying to figure out how to bring the shares back up. But … Mother was right. Public perception was affecting our stock prices. And as stocks went down, so did sales. I called a meeting with the directors. We spent the whole day in the conference room, going over every conceivable plan that could improve this situation.I wanted to get this done before I went into my office and reviewed all of the paperwork. A part of me did not know whether this was a good decision or not. I was trying to put on a brave face but, inside, I felt incredibly swayed.It was taxing for me to keep myself together right now.I would not even have come to work if the situation had not already gone so far out of hand.But I was not going to go down without a fight. I decided to revitalize our marketing efforts: we had gotten a bad reputation. And good marketing would fix that. But, at the same time, I understood that whatever money and effort I put into marketing right now I could potential

(Thomas)Two days had already gone by and I had only met with four potential investors and secured a deal with one of them. While the alliance had boosted our shares up by five percent over the past two days, I still had twenty percent to cover. And only two days left.I was swamped with meetings and work. In fact, I had spent the last three days at the office. I was very disheveled and disorganized with papers splashed across my large wooden desk as I finished my pack of cigarettes for the day when Jack walked in.“You have got to leave this office, man!” he said, looking around. He was right. The whole place looked like a mess.But how could I leave this office until I had figured out how to solve my problem! This was my only shot at fixing things.I shook my head at Jack. He sat down. “I know you're upset,” he said, “But it’s going to be alright. I’m here and ready to offer whatever help that you might need, okay?”“Thanks, man,” I said. I handed him some files, “Please go over the

(Lydia)It appeared as though I was losing everything --- the man that I loved as well as my career.I slumped into Ruby’s arms after I told her. But she was surprisingly calm about this whole thing. Evidently, so was Mama.“Hey,” said Ruby, hugging me tight, “You can’t win at everything, Lydia. Sometimes, things just don’t go as you plan.”“You need to extend some grace towards yourself, my child,” said Mama, “You’ve been through a very difficult time. It was normal for you to feel low and exhausted after having dealt with such difficult circumstances and emotions. Be kind to yourself. You’re doing better than you think you are!”I wept and whimpered. Perhaps, I was letting out all the pain that I was feeling at the news of Thomas’s wedding. It was in three days. And, maybe, if that had not been the case, losing this play wouldn’t have meant so much to me.But I had wanted to focus on my life and my accomplishments now. And, just as I had started to pick myself back up, this bomb had

(Adam)I drove over to Lydia’s house, the backseat of my car filled with toys and presents for the children. Mabel was doing a lot better now, but I wanted her to know that she was loved and cared for. So, I had been trying to give her extra attention. I did not want for her to grow up and recall this incident and to feel horrible about it then. No, that would be awful.And I knew that Lydia would be feeling low about Thomas’s upcoming wedding but I also knew that she was a very strong person. Lydia had always been able to hold herself together. She had always managed to pull herself out of whatever situation that she landed in. She was an exceptionally strong woman. In fact, it was this very strength, bravery, and vitality that had always drawn me in towards her. I was certain that, over time, I could convince her to see me for who I was rather than hold feelings for Thomas in her heart. And when I did, she would be happy again.So, I was not especially worried about her.But when sh

(Thomas)I had been standing on the table of another, much larger country club. “Here’s to me!” I had exclaimed, chugging down whisky directly from the bottle.“Whoa, there,” Jack had said, but he had been laughing, “Easy, now. Hand that over to me.”He had reached his hand out for the bottle. I had held it away, out of his reach.“This one is for me!” I had declared.Jack had shaken his head at me. He had then taken a huge chug out of his own glass.I had tapped at the bottle with my finger. It had only let out a dull sound, but everyone had turned towards me.“Gentlemen!” I had declared, smiling ear to ear, “In the morning, I shall be a married man!”They had all cheered.“And let me tell you, men,” I had slurred, “Love is beautiful! Life is beautiful!”“You’re not very eloquent, man,” Jack had jibed, “You know that, right? Never write a book!”“Hey!” I had frowned, still laughing, “Don’t you rain on my parade!”Jack had held his hands up. “Alright, alright,” he had said, “I’m just