Athena dropped her phone on the table harsher than was necessary, her frustration beating against her head, pulsing through her fingers.
She clenched them into fists, then struck the table forcefully and cursed under her breath. "Damn!"
She had just gotten off the phone with a cluster of government officials regulating the medical aspect of the state. They were convinced the hospital had been careless—reckless even—endangering the lives of patients.
Where was Herbert? Athena wondered with irritation, snatching her phone back up. He should have been the one fending the bulls away, not her. Why had he left her to shoulder all of it?
She dialed his number. No answer. She tried again—this time, his phone was switched off. Her brows drew together. Was he in a meeting?
She tried Zane's line instead. He picked up after two rings.
"Athena, how are you doing?" His jovial tone carried an ease that told her Ewan hadn't yet updated him on the current situation.
