I opened my eyes to find a light shining brightly down onto me. I couldn’t feel any more pain and my body felt weightless.

            Am I dead? I wondered.

            I looked around and blinked until my eyes could manage to see the furniture around the hospital suite. I then saw the outline of a man.

            “Jay?”

            My eyes cleared up to see Bobby and I bit the inside of my mouth, “Oh… hi.”

            Bobby’s lips sat at a bittersweet smile, “hey, how are you feeling?”

            “Like death just passed me,” I replied, sitting upright.

            “Well you did,” Bobby joked, nonchalantly.

            “Shut up. I feel so gross right now; my head is pounding.”

            “I mean you were in a coma for practically a month,” Bobby finally smiled and put his hand on my forehead.

            “Are you serious? What the ,” I replied, trying to sit up.

            “You definitely don’t act like a woman who just came out of a coma though,” Bobby laughed, taking back his hand.

            I shrugged. I then remembered the question I had been going after a month ago, “Where’s Stan?”

            Bobby’s smile vanished and shifted, “He went to jail with Derik Jung.”

            “So… w—why did he do this to my family?” I was scared to ask.

            “He wanted to take over the company. Straight and simple.”

            I pressed my lips together tightly before I spoke again, “Are you okay?”

            “Why are you worried about me,” Bobby smiled, though seemed as if he wasn’t. “You’re the one who was affected by it most.”

            “I mean… he was still your father,” I sunk back down onto the bed.

            “He never acted like one anyway,” Bobby shrugged. “On the bright side, I found my mother again.”

            “Wait… what?”

            “Yeah, apparently she left him because she found out what he did. She didn’t take me because she wanted me to have the wealth that comes it with it though.”

            I couldn’t say anything, but be repulsed. Even if I tried to hide the face, it didn’t help at all as it was shown all over.

            “Trust me; I’m just as disgusted as you are,” Bobby sighed. “And before you ask, no I’m not ‘reuniting’ with her.”

            “So… I guess you’re the president now?”

            “At the moment,” Bobby shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’ve been working on making you become president.”

            “What?” I jerked up. “Why?”

            “What do you mean why?” Bobby looked at me as if I was crazy. “Because you are rightfully supposed to.”

            “But I don’t know about running a company. I’ll probably accidently run it to the ground, especially with a huge company like Yoon Designs.”

            “Well… I guess I