Chapter 2
I went outside and laid back on a chaise lounge on our deck and started thinking about Alex, as a way to push out the terrible events and replace them with a more positive loop of images. I started with the day we first met four years ago.
I was a writer of novels and a photographer. I had received a call from an international corporation, “Global Services Inc.” They asked to meet with me on an upcoming project that they wanted me to work on. I have never done any commercial writing, only novels. I was intrigued and agreed to meet with them the following week.
Upon arriving at the corporate office, I was ushered to the sixth-floor conference room.
“Mr. Miller, would you like a cup of coffee while you wait?”
“Thank you. Yes please, black.”
I sat at a long, polished wood co
