*Lauren*
The sun was still high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the docks as I trailed behind Lucas and Aidan. The buzz of urgent voices crackled through the radio clipped to my belt, a constant reminder of the chaos unfolding. Someone had fallen ill on a tour, enough to need medical attention. I hoped they were okay.
Part of me was just following Lucas, hoping everything was alright with us. But, the other part knew that taking over operations from my father meant things like this would fall under my responsibility too. Now was as good a time as any to show what I could do—keeping an eye on Lucas in the meantime was just a bonus.
"Paramedics are on their way," I murmured into the walkie, my voice calm even though my heart was racing. Stepping aside, I watched the medical team hustle by, their equipment clinking with every hurried step. My eyes followed them to the bobbing dock where the tour boat swayed gently in the water.
