"Alright, sir," Obin responded with a respectful bow of his head, acknowledging my directive.
I leaned forward in my chair, my attention fully focused on the matter at hand. "And postpone the meeting," I continued, my voice carrying a sense of urgency. "I'm going to meet Lucy. She unexpectedly returned."
Obin nodded, his demeanor was professional and efficient. "Yes, sir," he replied, his readiness to carry out my instructions evident.
Meeting Lucy had suddenly become a matter of utmost importance to me.
**
Anne sat anxiously in the sterile hospital waiting room, her hands tightly clasped in her lap as she silently prayed. The harsh fluorescent lights overhead seemed to amplify the heaviness in her heart.
