The company had been incredibly busy lately, and even in the evenings, Martin Riley was stuck in meetings, barely having time to eat dinner.
Henry had reminded him a few times, and it wasn't until he mentioned Crystal Foster that Martin finally took a break to eat.
But for some reason, today's meal just didn't sit right with him. After only a few bites, he put down his fork and reached for his water glass.
Strangely, the glass cracked in his hand.
Henry was startled and quickly took the glass from Martin's hand. "I'll get you a new one right away!"
A sudden wave of panic rose in Martin's chest, as if something important was slipping away from him. His heart ached slightly, like tiny needles pricking him.
Martin abruptly looked up at Henry. "When does the lady's event end?"
Henry checked the time. "Charity galas usually don't run too late. It should be over by now."
Martin immediately pulled out his phone to call Crystal Foster, but she didn't pick up.
