Clarice was summoned to Director Arnold's office early in the morning.
Although Director Arnold was advanced in age, with a receding hairline streaked with white, he appeared full of vigor.
The shelves in Director Arnold's office displayed a variety of awards and accolades, some belonging to MS Hospital, and others to Arnold himself.
On the middle shelf were dozens of photo frames, and Clarice's eyes were immediately drawn to a graduation photo of Brandon and Arnold in the center.
Director Arnold removed his reading glasses, his face softening into a warm smile, "Clarice, may I call you that?"
Clarice felt a sense of familiarity. "Of course, Director Arnold."
"How is the foundation coming along?"
"Everything is going smoothly."
"Very good, Clarice. Back when your father Brandon was
