I’m in the middle of an important meeting when Jeff, my PA, comes rushing through the doors after attending a ten-second call. The entire conference room goes silent as he dashes to my side and whispers in my ear.
“Liza Margaret was declared dead this morning.”
At first, I wondered who the hell Liza Margaret is. I don’t think I’ve heard that name enough to remember. Jeff might realize the silent irritation on my face, as he soon leans in and whispers again, “The cancer patient that you have been funding? The sister of—”
He doesn’t have to say more. I lift a hand and stop him from speaking further, and he takes the signal in stride, standing back up and taking a step back. I turn to the business associates now staring at me with their curious gazes, but not brave enough to say something
