Chapter Twenty-Two
Dayton
Monday, Dayton stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for his floor. It was only six in the morning, and the building was mercifully deserted. He’d awakened at four with his blood sugar exploding through the roof. The pounding of his heart and his profuse sweating had made going back to sleep impossible. He decided to arrive at work early, and in doing so maybe even show a few people that he was still at the top of his game. He knew he’d missed a few too many days of work lately; he knew he was missing deadlines, sure…but what the hell did any of them know about the challenges he was up against? What about all the pressure he was under? If they’d been up to the job, maybe they’d be in his position at the company instead of him. And he had a wedding pen
