I stopped by the glass double doors, holding my briefcase tight against my ribs.

Seth walked toward me with a wide smile, shifting the bakery box to his left hand as he reached into his coat pocket.

“I called Heather this morning and told her we’re fixing this,” Seth said, stepping closer.

“I told her you were just stressed about the promotion.”

“I’m on my way to an eight o’clock meeting with Dr.

Bennett,” I said.

“I know,” Seth said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a folded white paper.