May 10, 2014, 4:35 PM
In my haze I hear a lady's voice float through the ether, "Ladies and gentlemen, please put up your tray tables and move your seats into the upright position. We will be landing in Orlando in ten minutes."
I feel a little nudge on my arm.
"Percy, we'll be landing soon." It's a male voice. A nice voice. A soothing voice.
It's Cam's voice.
I open my eyes and remember it all.
Last night, with two phone calls, Cam restored my life to me by fixing everything. First, he called his mother and took care of Carlton and Nigel. Apparently even a Momma's Boy can push things too far.
And the second call, you ask?
It was to his personal assistant. He asked her to mobilize his staff, advise them they were going to be working the next few days for the Flynn Group, and that he would make it up to everybody. After he got back from Disneyworld.
And with that, I was free of the Tower. And more importantly, I was with Cam.
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