Divinely Living (Surviving Series)

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conversation seemed the best way to go just then.
    “Of course not,” I lied, hating myself for doing so. “I’m sure you’re having way more fun than I am.”
    “Oh yeah,” he blew out, “If you call dealing with grumpy as fuck shareholders who see me as nothing more than a spy for a CEO they feel as no right to run their company, then shit I’m having a ball.”
    “They’re right to feel that way,” I agreed. “I have no right to run their company. That, together with the fact that I have no interest in running it, doesn’t make me a good CEO candidate. Are they really giving you hell?”
    “Nothing I can’t handle,” he chuckled. “And you have all the attributes of a damn good CEO, you just don’t realise it yet.”
    His faith in me made my heart swell. Cameron had an uncanny habit of doing that. He seemed to make it his mission to build my self-confidence and raise my usually low self-esteem. It was another trait that made him one of the few people, men especially; I had decided recently to surround myself in as frequently as possible.
    “Why do you do that?” I questioned.
    “Do what?”
    I sighed heavily into the receiver. “Always make me out to be better than I am. I really don’t deserve such praise Cam.”
    The line fell silent, an uncomfortable silence that was unusual between the two of us. “Cameron, are you there?”
    Clearing his throat he paused before answering. “I hate that you have no idea how special you are Ava, how special you are to me.”
    Unease settled upon me as his tone told me there was much more meaning to that statement than I wanted there to be. Cameron was my friend, my confidante and my best friends’ brother and telling myself I was reading way more into his words than they had been intended, I replied brightly. “Okay so I’m special. There I said it.” I hoped my attempt to derail a seriously deepening conversation would work. “Anyway, less about my self confidence failings, tell me how things are really going.”
    As if sensing my need to bring the call back to it’s intended meaning, Cameron proceeded to relay his findings since we had last spoken and how although his presence within the company had been an uncomfortable one at the beginning, the shareholders, directors and employees now seemed to accept him with less suspicion. Briefly skirting over operational information he knew I had neither any inkling about nor enthusiasm for, so kept his information clipped and direct. From the information he did divulge, it seemed all was well with the company and although management hadn’t totally warmed to Cameron being around, their knowledge of the business and dedication to their jobs was keeping the day to day running as smooth as possible. I was so grateful for all he was doing, something I informed him of frequently during our call but knew his involvement could never be more than temporary. Cameron was the joint head of his father’s very successful property business within the UK and Europe and undoubtedly his services would be required there imminently. The time would come when I would have to face my gifted burden and deal with things alone. The selfish side of me just hoped that would prove to be much later rather than sooner.
    “Anyway, it’s ten past three in the morning here and I need my beauty sleep,” Cameron yawned loudly as he finished his report.
    “Oh god I’m so sorry, I forgot the seven hour time difference between France and Chicago.”
    “Hey, forget it,” he assured with another yawn. “There’s no time of day or night off limits to you, gorgeous.”
    “You’re obviously tired Cameron,” I observed as a third yawn reverberated into the receiver, “Go to bed and I’ll call you in a few days when I get home. And Cameron...”
    “Yes,” he replied in a questioning tone.
    “Thank you for everything. I owe you big time.”
    “I’m sure I’ll find a way for you to repay me.”
    “You, Mr Collins, have yourself a

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