Earlier that day, Zac checked his wristwatch—5:02 PM. He had just wrapped up another business meeting, and the weight of the day weighed heavily on his shoulders. As he loosened his tie and reached for his coat, his phone buzzed sharply on the polished desk. He looked at the caller ID—one of his private investigators.
“Talk to me,” Zac said, his voice tired.
“Sir, Ms. Mia Williams just fainted,” came the reply.
Zac’s breath caught. “Fainted? Where is she now?”
“She’s in my car. We were heading to the hospital, but—”
“Hospital?” The words hit Zac harder than he expected. His brows furrowed as he shot back, “No. Take her to my house in Princeton. Make sure she’s comfortable until my doctor arrives. I’ll be there as soon as possible.”
The investigator obeyed, and Zac didn’t waste a mome
