I couldn’t just leave her there.”
Nick stared at me like I’d spoken a foreign language.
His jaw tightened.
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.
I stopped for a woman dying on the roadside and lost my job for being late, but when I came back for my desk, my whole life changed.
“What the hell do you mean you were helping somebody?”
My boss’s voice cracked across the office so hard that even the interns by the copy room went silent.
