“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.” My mouth went dry. I looked toward the conference room again, as if maybe the clients would magically still be there, sitting patiently with coffee, waiting for me to explain myself. They weren’t. All that was left was the smell of burnt office coffee, printer toner, and the slow death of the best opportunity our little agency had seen in months. “Nick, I’m sorry,” I said. “I am. But what was I supposed to do? Drive past her?” “Yes,” he snapped. The room went even quieter. For a second, I honestly thought I’d heard him wrong. He stepped closer. “Yes, Sebastian. You were supposed to keep driving. You had a responsibility here. You had a team depending on you. You had clients waiting. We are not a charity. We are a business.” My ears started ringing. I’d worked at that agency for almost three years.
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…,
