ALEXANDER
I had just leaned back into my seat, rubbing my temples and trying to absorb the endless stream of financial projections being presented, when my phone buzzed against the conference table. I glanced down, ready to ignore it until after the meeting. The name on the screen—Cole.
I pressed the side button, silencing it. He could wait. Unless it was urgent, even at that...with Cole...any urgent matter could be handled well in my absence.
But then the screen lit up again. This time, a message.
"Faye is in the clinic."
For a moment, my brain didn’t process it. My eyes traced the words again, and it was as though the ground tilted beneath me. My hand tightened around the phone, and suddenly the figures, the voices, the entire boardroom became background noise.
Faye. In the clinic.
