amounts, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t equally dangerous. Every member of his team understood the risk and knew if there was a day they couldn’t function at one hundred ten percent, they shouldn’t show up for work because he wasn’t taking anything less than that. Surround yourself with the best and demand nothing less from them. It was a motto he used in all aspects of his life. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
The workday was half over when the phone rang. A rare occurrence. “What is it?”
“Mr. Henderson, your sister is on the line,” Lena said.
Why so formal? He didn’t need an answer to that question. Brice couldn’t be distracted from his goal, and her cold attitude toward him was only making that easier. “Tell her I’ll call her tonight.”
“She said it’s important.”
Great, what did Dad do now? Since she never called until it was urgent, he hated to put her off any longer. It was almost lunchtime, so he’d take the call. “Put her through.”
“Brice, thanks for taking my call,” Zoey said.
“Lena said it’s urgent. What’s going on?”
There was a long pause before she spoke. “It’s Dad.”
He had expected that. His father never treated Zoey very nicely. When he did speak to her, she probably wished he hadn’t. “What did he do now?”
“He’s in the hospital. He had a heart attack.”
Dad. They weren’t close at all. Hadn’t even spoken one word since he walked away from the family business. If he had thought calling him would have changed anything he would have, but his father was the most stubborn man he knew. No heart attack was going to take him down, at least not for long. “Thanks for letting me know.”
“Brice, it’s not good. The doctors say he is really weak. I’m not sure he’s going to make it.” Her voice broke as she spoke the last few words.
It had been a long time since he’d had to comfort his baby sister. Usually, it was because she was angry at their father, and rightfully so. Hearing her emotional and filled with worry was a first for him. I don’t get it. He’s such an ass and made our lives hell every chance he got. His sister might be all teary-eyed over his father’s suffering, but he wasn’t. The man would be back on his feet and raising hell faster than you could count to one hundred.
“Did you hear me, Brice? It’s really serious.”
“Zoey, he’ll be all right. I have work to finish.” Not that I’m going to get anything done after this call.
He could hear her sniffling over the line. “He wants to see you.”
Now that I don’t believe. “Zoey, I get it. You always try to fix everything. Some things can’t be fixed.”
“This is not my request; it was his. I know your history and God knows you know mine. But something is different about him right now. I’m not sure if it’s because he is so sick, or if it’s the medicine, but I’m telling you, he asked for you specifically. And it wasn’t a demand, more like he was pleading for me to make sure I got you here.” The line went quiet for a minute before she continued, her voice now soft and pleading. “If you can’t do it for him, please, do it for me. Come to the hospital and see him before it’s too late.”
As far as Brice was concerned it already was too late. What could his father have to say that he would want to hear? Sorry isn’t going to cut it . Not after all this time. At least not for him.
Zoey had never asked for anything before. Why did she have to go so big with her first request? He had promised her that he’d always be there when she needed him. Does this qualify as one of those times? “I’ll think about it.”
“I know you’ll do the right thing, Brice.”
Really? My track record doesn’t reflect that. He hung up the phone and buzzed Lena’s desk.
“Yes, Mr. Henderson.”
Every time she called him that, it made him want to pull her into his arms and kiss her passionately until she cried out his name again and