I remembered that exact night eleven years ago with painful clarity.

Margaret had called my office line late in the evening, her voice trembling with intense fear.

She had practically begged me to come home immediately because she urgently needed to show me something crucial.

However, I was deeply consumed with preparing a massive presentation for potential investors.

I had brushed off her concerns, telling her we would discuss whatever it was the following morning.

She had begged again, saying, “Please, Jonathan, this cannot wait until tomorrow.”