They wanted al of the lurid details, they both had told her, as if she was lying; as if she had to know more than what she’d already relayed. But she didn’t know a thing more, she thought, as her BMW sat idly in the thick of Chicago’s noonday traffic. Her closest friend, Macy, lived and worked in Northwest Chicago too, but their other friend, Sheila, a first-year resident at Children’s Hospital in Lincoln Park, could never be far from where she worked. They, therefore, often found themselves adjusting their own schedules to accommodate hers, a fact none of them was thriled about. Today, however, Tori didn’t mind the drive. It was the first chance she had al morning to clear her head; to try her hardest to make sense out of this senseless news Arthur had laid on her. She’d only seen Ethan Chandler twice in the entire five months of her employment with his company, and now he was specificaly requesting her to be his assistant in Florida? Her? Not one of his senior executives?
