leads me to believe that you need a friend right now.”
Eliza sighed heavily when she offloaded her troubles.
“I just found out that a friend of mines took his own life.”
“Oh no, Eliza. I’m so sorry to hear that.”
“Yes... so was I. But...well, what’s done is done and I can’t change what happened.”
Lucien strained to hear because he thought he heard a sniffle. Eliza said...
“So...what’s that favor.”
“Eliza...after what you’ve just shared...I couldn’t possibly impose upon you.”
“Please Lucien....I want to help. I need to keep busy.”
Eliza was a workaholic and when she’d worked for him, one of her responsibilities had been crisis management. As far as he knew; she worked for the governor in the same capacity. But...he couldn’t pretend that she had not been affected by the death of her friend. Then Lucien wondered if this person had been a mutual friend.
Trying to be tactful, he asked...
“Was this person a close friend?”
Eliza paused before answering and truthfully, she was heartbroken.
“Yes...we were close but when I last saw him...we parted ways--and feelings were hurt. I never had the chance to say that I was sorry--and now...well, I guess he’ll never know that I’d forgiven him.”
“I’m so sorry Eliza...look...no worries. I’ll handle this.”
“Lucien...you know me. Work is my brand of medicine. Hell...I’ve got a long day ahead of me...and the governor is expecting me to escort him to your family’s White Ball.”
“Did you tell him about your friend’s death.”
“No...and when you see him this evening...you won’t mention it either. Do you understand?”
He nodded while saying...
“Of course. I’d never do anything that might compromise you or your job.”
“Thanks Lucien.”
“For what...?”
“For being you. For being a good friend.”
Eliza’s voice switched to a commanding voice. She sounded like she was rounding up her troops and preparing to head out into battle.
“So...what’s the favor? Today has been one party after the next--the governor is behaving, and his aids are being perfect angel’s. I’m a problem solver and these people aren’t giving me anything to work with.”
“All right...but are you sure.”
“Yes...I’m sure.” She said without a seconds hesitation.
Lucien confided in his friend, explaining about the accident--and the woman being admitted to his family’s private hospital wing. Passing his responsibility off on Eliza was a cowards move--but, he knew this news would be best received coming from anyone, other than himself. He thought about this as he walked through the hospital’s entrance. He rode the elevator to the fourteenth floor, and when he stepped off, he was greeted by Dr. Hazzar.
“Hello Mr. Delors--you were right to send that young lady here.”
“Where is she?”
“Being prepped for surgery.”
“Will she make it--I mean--will she live?”
“To soon to say. After I reviewed the records, it became clear to me that precious minutes had been lost. Had she arrived even five minutes earlier--those few extra minutes could have made the difference in her outcome.”
Dr. Hazzar sighed, then he said...
“But she’s here now--and we’ll do our best.”
“Thank You Dr. Hazzar.”
The doctor strolled down a hall completely devoid of patients and in that instant Lucien had to wonder--what was the good of having money when he couldn’t save this woman? He owned an entire hospital wing, for goodness-sake; but in the big scheme of things owning this possession didn’t really matter--and it wouldn’t change that young woman’s outcome. Time--that’s what Dr. Hazzar had said she’d needed--time and he’d stood by watching while the tech’s wasted precious seconds debating what amounted to her fate. He’d been a part of the problem; the Delors van had hit her--and the moment he arrived on the scene, he should have
Eliza sighed heavily when she offloaded her troubles.
“I just found out that a friend of mines took his own life.”
“Oh no, Eliza. I’m so sorry to hear that.”
“Yes... so was I. But...well, what’s done is done and I can’t change what happened.”
Lucien strained to hear because he thought he heard a sniffle. Eliza said...
“So...what’s that favor.”
“Eliza...after what you’ve just shared...I couldn’t possibly impose upon you.”
“Please Lucien....I want to help. I need to keep busy.”
Eliza was a workaholic and when she’d worked for him, one of her responsibilities had been crisis management. As far as he knew; she worked for the governor in the same capacity. But...he couldn’t pretend that she had not been affected by the death of her friend. Then Lucien wondered if this person had been a mutual friend.
Trying to be tactful, he asked...
“Was this person a close friend?”
Eliza paused before answering and truthfully, she was heartbroken.
“Yes...we were close but when I last saw him...we parted ways--and feelings were hurt. I never had the chance to say that I was sorry--and now...well, I guess he’ll never know that I’d forgiven him.”
“I’m so sorry Eliza...look...no worries. I’ll handle this.”
“Lucien...you know me. Work is my brand of medicine. Hell...I’ve got a long day ahead of me...and the governor is expecting me to escort him to your family’s White Ball.”
“Did you tell him about your friend’s death.”
“No...and when you see him this evening...you won’t mention it either. Do you understand?”
He nodded while saying...
“Of course. I’d never do anything that might compromise you or your job.”
“Thanks Lucien.”
“For what...?”
“For being you. For being a good friend.”
Eliza’s voice switched to a commanding voice. She sounded like she was rounding up her troops and preparing to head out into battle.
“So...what’s the favor? Today has been one party after the next--the governor is behaving, and his aids are being perfect angel’s. I’m a problem solver and these people aren’t giving me anything to work with.”
“All right...but are you sure.”
“Yes...I’m sure.” She said without a seconds hesitation.
Lucien confided in his friend, explaining about the accident--and the woman being admitted to his family’s private hospital wing. Passing his responsibility off on Eliza was a cowards move--but, he knew this news would be best received coming from anyone, other than himself. He thought about this as he walked through the hospital’s entrance. He rode the elevator to the fourteenth floor, and when he stepped off, he was greeted by Dr. Hazzar.
“Hello Mr. Delors--you were right to send that young lady here.”
“Where is she?”
“Being prepped for surgery.”
“Will she make it--I mean--will she live?”
“To soon to say. After I reviewed the records, it became clear to me that precious minutes had been lost. Had she arrived even five minutes earlier--those few extra minutes could have made the difference in her outcome.”
Dr. Hazzar sighed, then he said...
“But she’s here now--and we’ll do our best.”
“Thank You Dr. Hazzar.”
The doctor strolled down a hall completely devoid of patients and in that instant Lucien had to wonder--what was the good of having money when he couldn’t save this woman? He owned an entire hospital wing, for goodness-sake; but in the big scheme of things owning this possession didn’t really matter--and it wouldn’t change that young woman’s outcome. Time--that’s what Dr. Hazzar had said she’d needed--time and he’d stood by watching while the tech’s wasted precious seconds debating what amounted to her fate. He’d been a part of the problem; the Delors van had hit her--and the moment he arrived on the scene, he should have
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