Her hands were actually sweating as she called his number, hoping against hope she would get transferred to voice mail. To her horror the man himself answered after a single ringtone. “Yes?” “Za—Mr. Saladar, this is Dr. Seda. I hope I haven’t caught you at an inconvenient time.” Because if I have I can hang up now and leave a message later. “Not at all. I was just finishing work and heading out for dinner.” “Ah, um—” She tried to clear the sand that seemed to have settled in her throat. “I was calling to let you know I have transferred your records to—” “Wait, please,” he interrupted. She heard him giving instructions to someone on his side of the line, listening even more carefully when she heard him say her office address. “Excuse me, Dr. Seda, but I have given my driver instructions to pick you up at your office. You are done for the day, yes?” “I, um…don’t think that is a good idea—” “As you know I am on a strict schedule. I must eat at the proper time every day to keep my blood sugar stable.
