I hit the green button to answer Patrick's call. The second the line clicks open, his voice greets me with its usual urgency.
"Jerrison, we've got a problem. The client from last week is making demands, and if we don't jump on this quickly, we're going to lose the contract. You need to get in here, now."
I feel a knot tighten in my stomach. Patrick's tone carries a tension that sets my nerves on edge. There's never just one problem when he calls like this. It's always a chain reaction, and I'm the one expected to pull it all together.
"Alright, I'm on my way. Give me a minute to wrap up here," I say, my voice steady, but inside, my mind races. I can't afford to let anything slip at work. I can't afford to be distracted. But I also know Doc's right. Things aren't just going to fix themselves overnight with Harriet.
