“Alan Vance does not answer personal calls at two in the morning,” I said, stepping closer to him in the narrow corridor.

“And you were not leaving a formal message for your division director.

You were talking to someone like you needed them to save you.”

“I am trying to save my job,” Ethan said, his voice cracking slightly.

“I have put sixty hours a week into this launch since October.

If I fall asleep in the waiting room and miss the nine o’clock call, Alan will hand the whole project over to the Denver team.”

“Then go sit down and help me care for June,” I said.