As Marcus trudged back onto the bustling streets of New York, a blend of regret and hope clashed in his mind. He had lost his chance at the dream job he’d worked so tirelessly for, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had done the right thing. The man he’d helped was alive because of him, and that was a small comfort on an otherwise disappointing day.
As the sun dipped behind the skyscrapers, Marcus’s phone buzzed in his pocket, jolting him from his thoughts. He glanced at the screen—an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, he answered it.
“Hello, is this Marcus Johnson?” The voice on the other end was smooth, professional.
“Yes, speaking,” Marcus replied, uncertainty lacing his voice.
“This is Karen Hayes from Wentworth & Co. Mr. Wentworth would like to personally apologize for missing your interview today. He was called away on urgent business,” she said, her tone shifting to something warmer, almost conspiratorial. “He also mentioned that he wishes to reschedule at your earliest convenience.”
