My Flesh and Blood

"Chairwoman," William addressed, knowing the meeting was going to start soon. Yet again, the chairwoman was in a daze, her eyes drawn to the window. It was raining outside, the droplets sliding off the tall glass.

"The sky is crying," Lydia vaguely said, her attention focused on the storm clouds. It was a horrible morning. She swallowed, knowing there was nothing that could be done for Adeline.

"And your employees will be crying from no paycheck if you continue to stare out the window instead of preparing for the meeting," William reprimanded her, not sure why she seemed so depressed. 

Claymore Pharmetuics was quickly advancing, and the new medicine being developed was going to reap millions, if not, billions of dollars in profit. It was a much-sought drug that would quickly spread across the country, and then, the world. They were already on their way to filling out a patent for the drug.