Tiffany clutched her phone tightly, barely restraining herself from smashing it.

Her assistant spoke up, "I checked with the hospital. Dr. Sinclair isn't on duty."

"If Griffin isn't working tonight, why won't he answer my calls? Is he really refusing to even have dinner with me?"

Tiffany was getting agitated. She hadn't expected Griffin to decline her invitation. She'd specifically arranged this dinner to set up her future plans. But she never imagined ...