It had been two weeks since Priscoll was hospitalized, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt. I knew I needed to inform his parents about his condition, but there was a problem I didn't have their contact information.
I checked Priscoll's phone, but there was no record of his parents' numbers. I searched through his documents and papers, but I couldn't find any clue about his parents' whereabouts. It was as if Priscoll had kept his personal life completely separate from his professional one.
Feeling frustrated and worried, I decided to visit the company where Priscoll worked. I needed to inform the chairman and other people close to Priscoll about his condition.
As I arrived at the company, I was greeted by the receptionist, who showed me to the chairman's office. When I entered, the chairman and a few other executives were seated around a table.
"Good morning, Miss...?" the chairman started, looking at me expectantly.
