BRIANA THOMPSON
I arrived at the hospital extremely late. To be exact, I was forty minutes late.
I'm mortified—so much so that when I park the car, my cell phone rings, and I see it's Alexander.
I answer immediately, saying I'm in the parking lot. He acknowledges, and I hang up.
"What a great example the vice president is setting on her very first day!"
"Are you okay?" It's the first thing he says when I step into the reception area.
"I'm sorry, Alexander, for being late. It's complicated to explain, but I secured a generous donation from my godfather for the hospital. I just need to send him the amount, and he'll transfer the money."
He breaks into a huge smile and hugs me.
"My dear, in that case, you can be late every day, and I won't mind. The orthopedics department appreciates
