Papers exploded from Emma Blake’s interview folder as rain soaked everything around her. People pulled out phones. Nobody moved.
Except her.
She dropped to her knees beside the unconscious man in the expensive charcoal suit and started CPR with shaking hands.
“Come on… breathe!”
Rain poured down her face while strangers filmed instead of helping.
Then the ambulance arrived.
One paramedic looked at Emma before the doors closed.
“You saved his life.”
But when Emma checked the time, her stomach dropped.
Her dream interview was gone.
Minutes later, she sat alone in the rain holding her ruined résumé when her phone suddenly vibrated.
Unknown number.
“Miss Blake… the man you saved is Richard Weston.”
Her breathing stopped.
“He’s asking to see you tonight.”
Then a panicked voice exploded somewhere in the background—
“Wait—don’t tell her about the daughter!”
The call disconnected instantly.
Emma stared at the phone, frozen.
“What daughter…?”
Part 2 in the comments.
