Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 7

It was Arthur Vance.

Arthur was Sinclair Group's biggest client on the West Coast, accounting for a staggering eighty percent of their regional revenue. He was also the most professional and easiest executive Willow had ever worked with.

When she had first arrived in Seattle, inexperienced and completely isolated, she had faced relentless rejections. Arthur was the only one who threw her a lifeline. His massive investment in her biotech projects became the catalyst that brought every other major player to the table.

He had never tried to squeeze her on margins or play tedious negotiation games. He was her guardian angel in the corporate world, and he had been consistently supportive for the past three years.

Willow forced a professional tone and answered. "Mr. Vance. How are you?"

"I'm doing well, Ms. Horgan," Arthur replied.

He was endlessly polite and respectful, completely devoid of the usual arrogance expected from a mega-client. Despite her insisting he use her first name, he always kept things impeccably formal.

"I heard you caught a flight back to New York?"

"Yes, I flew back last night," she said. Assuming he was worried about the ongoing projects, she quickly added, "There's no need to panic about the deliverables. I've fully briefed my deputy. You can reach out to him if anything urgent comes up, or you can still call me directly."

"This isn't about business," Arthur assured her smoothly. "I wanted to check on you. Rushing off like that—is everything alright?"

She decided not to hide it. "My mother is very sick."

"Is it critical? Do you need any assistance?"

A fresh wave of tears threatened her composure. He was the first person to offer genuine concern since her nightmare had begun.

Before she could respond, he pressed further. "Do you need capital or medical resources?"

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