Will they love me? she asked in a high squeaky voice. Define love, the deep voice demanded. Well…will I be the last thing they think about before going to sleep and their first thought in the morning? If the answer were yes, she’d be content with that. The deep voice sighed. Not a good sign. His answer was couched in unspoken sympathies and veiled disappointment. The truth is you’re up against stiff competition. An uncomfortable silence settled between them. “And will my stock price continue to slide? she asked with voice quavering, dreading the response.