For Niyshae

|Intro|

A couple of pencils was all that was left. Pencils, pens, notepads, computers, meeting rooms, elevators, big windows overlooking stupidly overconfident cities. That life I would not miss. Dealing with arrogant assholes over what they think they deserve versus what they actually deserve is something I definitely will not miss. 

I'm only taking a couple of boxes with me to Qualine, the fallen city. I have to prove to myself and to everyone that I wasn't just another CEO trying to have my product everywhere. Seems like nowadays we are born into a world where everything is a game, competing for material shit.

I don't believe in that. I started the company for hospitals to have new technology for research and patient care, never predicting that my shareholders would push it to the point where our company logo was branded on the side of military weaponry. 

I didn't sign up for that shit, and no matter how hard the push, I still own sixty-three percent of the shares. After temporarily closing down some factories and smaller offices, I am finally taking action in a place it matters. This isn't just for me.

This is for Qualine.

This is for Jadren.

And most importantly,

this is for Niyshae.