Adrian sat in the bedroom all night.
By morning, the peony petals had started to droop.
He got up, poured some clean water, and carefully watered the plant.
His assistant had booked a 9:00 a.m. flight to Baycrest.
The car had barely reached the expressway when Adrian's phone rang.
It was Vivian's assistant.
"Ms. Clarke developed acute appendicitis last night. She's already in surgery. Her family isn't in the city. Someone needs to sign the surgical paperwork. Can you come?"
Traffic thickened ahead, and the car slowed to a crawl.
The route to the airport was completely jammed.
"I'll send someone from the company," Adrian said.
Vivian's assistant began to cry.
"Ms. Clarke keeps calling your name even on the operating table. The media's already waiting outside the hospital. Could y
