The morning sun was streaming through the windows of Evelyn's office when I heard the commotion outside. Raised voices, the sound of expensive heels clicking rapidly across marble floors, and what sounded like someone giving orders to security guards.
I looked up from the medical journals I'd been reviewing, already knowing what I'd find.
Amelia Vance burst through the door without knocking, her face flushed with anger and desperation. Behind her, two large men in dark suits flanked the entrance like bookends.
"There you are!" she snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at me. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"
I remained seated behind the desk, calmly closing the journal I'd been reading. "Good morning, Mrs. Vance. I take it your husband's condition hasn't improved?"
"Don't you dare take that tone with me!" Her voice cracked like a whip. "Lucas is dying because of your stubborn pride!"
"I'm sorry to hear that."
