Kameron
I locked the brakes on my chair and leaned forward to strap the brace around my right leg. The brace locked my knee and ankle joints in place. This was my moment of truth. On the other side of that door, ten men and women sat around a conference table like lions waiting for an injured wildebeest to stumble into the room. I could almost picture their tails twitching in anticipation. I took a deep breath before I slid my arms into the crutches and pushed myself to my feet.
My crutches clacked against the tiles as I slowly made my way into the room. The sound alerted the members to my approach, and all eyes turned to me at once. I was walking into an ambush, but I was walking, none-the-less. None of these assholes in suits had any idea what I had been through, or how hard I had t
