Andrew's POV:
I'm sitting in the conference room at work.
I'd gotten the call about the crash barely moments after I'd left the building. I hadn't even pulled my car out of the car park. Landon's assistant, Lisa, had been the one to call me, asking that I oversee the press release and potentially deal with the day to day running of TRW until Landon's return to Britain whenever that might be.
I hadn't hesitated to say yes, even though it would mean delaying my Christmas break.
As I had spoken to Lisa on the phone, I registered the look of disappointment on Maya's face. She'd always loved Christmas, ever since she was a little girl hiding under the Christmas tree waiting to catch Santa in the act of delivering her presents. She took it to be her own personal mission to discover the identity of Santa Claus. She'd been incredibly disappointed when she had learnt at the age of eleven that Jacob and I were actually the ones depositing her presents under the tree.