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JAMES I wake up in an ambulance. “What’s going on?” I ask, scanning my surroundings. I spot Grace Honda sitting on a foldout chair beside me. “Why are you here?” “You-” “Damn. I forgot to call Helen to arrange a meeting on Monday. Where’s my phone?” I try to lift my head but it’s stuck. “I need my phone. Grace, give me your phone. Wait…is it Monday or Tuesday? I think I’m booked through Monday. Best make it Tuesday. Where are you taking me?” “Mr David-” “Grace, phone!” I demand. Why is no fucker listening to me? I try to reach out but my arms are stuck, too. “I’ve got so many new ideas right now. I need to get home and draw up some plans. I’ll email them to Helen as well. Where’s my phone?” “Mr Davidson,” a guy in a green uniform says, his voice deep and authoritative. I don’t like h