They were to meet with the doctors again in a couple of days and Emma had a sense of foreboding about the meeting. In her gut, she knew that Christopher was not doing better. Her father was her best and brightest remaining ray of hope. He had said that he would help, yet nothing had happened yet. She had seen a news report that the FDA was set to bless Aligor"s new drug, Delexane, in a matter of days, and as CEO of Aligor, her dad could get it for her quickly. Roland Cook controlled the product with the best odds of saving his grandson.
She dialed the phone and waited. On the second ring it was answered, “Hello, dear.”
“Hi, Mom.”
“Will I see you this weekend?”
“Yes, I think so.” She paused and said, “Is Dad there?”
“No, he"s at work. He never gets home this early.”
Emma hesitated and
