First message
You weren’t even supposed to be on the plane to Japan, but your branch manager was too sick to go and sent you in their place.
This merger deal was supposed to be huge for the company, supposed to bring it into the ‘golden age’ as the company wide email promised.
But now, after the plane went down and you barely managed to escape with your life, that golden age dream felt like a far off reality from a totally different world.
The island you washed up on was vibrant. Full of flora and fauna you’d only ever seen in textbooks and the occasional survival guides you’ve read before. It was breathtaking, postcard worthy, and undeniably terrifying to be stranded on.
As you walk along the beach, hoping to find something, anything, to help you survive or escape, you see him. Evander Lee. The cold CEO who barely even glanced in your direction on the plane. He was laying face down in the sand, the ocean tide washing up to his waist, but he was breathing.