He took two slow steps toward me and lowered his voice, which somehow made it worse.
“Was it your wife?”
“No.”
“Your mother?”
“No.”
He let out a short, angry laugh and looked around at the others, like he needed witnesses for what he was about to say.
“So let me get this straight,” he said. “You blew off an eight-thirty presentation with our biggest potential account because some random woman on the roadside looked sick.”
“She didn’t look sick,” I said. “She collapsed in my arms.”
He threw one hand up.
“And because of that, we lost the account.”
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