My boss’s voice cracked across the office so hard that even the interns by the copy room went silent.
I was still standing there with my laptop bag over one shoulder, my tie half crooked, my chest heaving from running in from the parking lot.
The conference room behind him was empty.
The clients were gone.
On the table sat the pitch deck I had stayed up half the night polishing, still glowing on the wall monitor like a joke nobody wanted to laugh at.
“I had an emergency,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “A woman collapsed on the side of the road. She grabbed her chest and went down. I couldn’t just leave her there.”
Nick stared at me like I’d spoken a foreign language.
His jaw tightened.
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