The next morning she headed to the offices of IHRM. Within thirty seconds of her arrival she had typed a letter of resignation and carried it to the director’s office.
The gray-haired woman looked up. “Lauren, you’re not due for a week.”
A bout of coughing left Lauren weak. “Resigning. A family emergency.”
"You sound beastly. Let me ring a doctor.” The director reached for the phone.
“Can’t take the time. Have a flight. Have to go home.”
The woman shook her head. “You’re ill. How can you handle an emergency when you’re the one who needs care?”
“I’ll see a doctor as soon as I reach hom
The director walked to the door with Lauren. “I’ll hold your resignation. When the emergency ends, come back.”
“I can’t.” In the distance a clock chimed twelve times and brought a fear she wouldn’t reach Heathrow in time for the flight. She hoisted the duffel and waved down a taxi. They arrived at the airport with time to spare. She collapsed in her seat in first class. As the plane rose from the end of the runway, she fell into a fevered dream scrambling her thoughts.