He saw Naomi on the floor beside him, terrified and focused, ordering billionaires to call 911 like they were children who had forgotten how to be useful.
He heard her voice.
My father died in front of me because everyone panicked and waited too long.
Everett had known Naomi’s father was gone. Human resources had that in her file. He had never asked how.
Why would he?
He barely asked anyone anything unless the answer could make him money.