Hank picked up the divorce papers and headed for the door, but just as he reached it, Conrad’s voice stopped him. “I hear Tyler is trying to win over Tyson Capital Group?”
Hank nodded. “Yes, he is.”
The storm clouds in Conrad’s eyes darkened. “Schedule a dinner with Donovan Tyson for this afternoon.”
“Understood.” Hank didn’t dare look back at the glacial Conrad. He knew exactly what a dinner with Donovan meant: Tyler was in for a world of trouble.
...
Annika was oblivious to the moves Conrad was making. As the hours ticked by, her anxiety grew. She had gotten up from her chair more than ten times, unable to sit still.
Seeing her distress, Tyler also began pacing restlessly outside the operating room.
Finally, the doors swung open.
Annika leaped to her feet and rushed over, but a nurse at the front gently stopped her, reminding her not to startle the patient.
Annika, mindful of her father’s condition, followed the gurney quietly back to the hospital room.
Tyler was about to follow her inside when his phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and stepped into the stairwell to take the call. When he returned, his expression was grim.
“Something came up at the office,” he told Annika. “I have to go, but I’ll be back soon.”
Annika knew that Tyler’s company was new and that he had a lot on his plate. She was about to tell him not to worry about coming back, but by the time she turned around, he was already gone.
The doctor informed Annika that while Marcus’s surgery had been a success, he wasn't out of the woods yet. Following the doctor’s instructions, she stayed by Marcus’s bedside for two days and two nights without sleep.
After that one phone call, Tyler never reappeared. Not that Annika had expected him to. In her heart, she only saw him as an older friend.
“Annika…”

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