*Michael*

I sat bleary-eyed in my office on the very top floor of the Express Air building, waiting for my daughter to show up for our early morning meeting. I should have known she wouldn’t be on time. My receptionist walked in the door and silently set a cup of coffee on my desk.

“Thank you, Anisa. I can’t tell you just how much I need this right now.”

She simply nodded with a knowing smile and headed out the door without ...