Work was a stressful today. I had a lot of things to catch up on because of my two weeks leave. Vivienne was supposed to help me with most of my workload while I was away, but unsurprisingly, she didn’t. I switch off all the applications on my computer and shut it dow, pick up my purse and walk to the elevator. I walk outside to find a cab home once I get to the ground floor.
I’m looking for a cab when Mr. Crawford pulls up in front of me. I know it’s him because of the car.
“Hello, sir,” I say when he rolls down the window.
“Get in.”
“Thank you, sir,” I say, getting in the car.
“Are you going to the hospital?” he asks once I put on my seatbelt.
“Yes, I am.” How does he know I’m going to the hospital?
“No problem, I’ll take you there. Tomorrow don’t come to work. I’ll pick you up
