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Chapter 95: Crisis

Grief is the price we pay for love. - Queen Elizabeth II

“Mr. Thompson, Mr. Reese is on line two.” The temporary assistant said over the intercom. Once again he wondered why he agreed to let Emily go on a two week cruise. He missed her efficency and thoroughness.

And her coffee. The stuff he was making could not pass as coffee on the best of days. And today was not the best of days.

“Tell him that I’ll call him back.” Frank said absently.

The intercom went silent and then it buzzed again. “I’m sorry, sir. He says that it’s an emergency.”

“Fine.” Frank growled and sat the proposal aside. He grabbed up his handset and pushed the button to connect the call. “Hey, Reese, I don’t have much time today.”

“I need Helen.” Came the reply and Frank could hear that his friend was upset.

“Did they transfer the call wrong?”

“No. I need her to come home. I know that she just started this position, but I need her for a few days.”

“Reese, I can’t let your sub off every time you want to play.”

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