A photograph quietly lay in Avery Jane's black bag; no one knew what it might bring.
Avery Jane was only eighteen at the time, standing next to the tall and slim Lucas Yates. It was taken in a small park not far from the Yates Family's residence, just after winter, seemingly in this very season. The branches were laden with tiny pink and white plum blossoms, and in the chill of early spring, Avery Jane wore her school uniform, quietly leaning beside Lucas Yates, serene and beautiful, like a gentle breeze in spring.
The wallet was placed into the bag, pressing down on the photo of the two, pressing down on Avery Jane's youthful smiling face...
"President Hughes, a Ms. Johnson has an appointment and she's already on her way up." The secretary's intercom call made Joshua Hughes's eyes grow even colder; what's inevitable will come.
