KAMERON
I was halfway through a bottle of fine scotch. It wasn't in my nature to over-indulge. Most of the time, I preferred to have my wits about me. But it had been a long day, and the loneliness of my penthouse apartment was getting to me. How had I never noticed how empty this place was? Perched on the top of my New York offices, this was the place I spent most of my time. And yet it felt cold, sterile, unlived in, and utterly boring. Sitting down to lunch at the big table by myself had been strange and unpleasant. I almost asked the new housekeeper to sit down and eat with me. But the woman was already giving me strange looks.
After lunch, I went through the offices downstairs. I had greeted all of my executives, managers, assistants and secretaries as I could possibly manage in so
