He couldn't suppress his excitement; it was just like when he'd first heard she was pregnant. He immediately dropped the work at hand.
He raced his car down the highway toward the hospital, stopping just short of running red lights.
He saw the green light and was just about to accelerate when—BANG!
The car in front had suddenly stopped. He'd rear-ended it.
He had planned to just leave a business card, abandon his car, and rush to the hospital. But when he knocked on the other driver's window, he saw a man with graying hair at his temples.
Leaning on a cane, the man pushed open his door and got out. "My apologies, young man. It's my fault. My driver isn't in today, and I had to go out. I really shouldn't be driving myself."
Alaric Davenport took out his business card. "I have an emergency and wasn't paying attention myself. Sir, if you'll leave me your card, I'll compensate you for the damages."
"Don't worry about it. It's nothing. If you have an emergency, you should go."
