The last person Flora had expected to see being ushered into her office was Fraser Reid and she was frozen as he gave her that same charming smile he had given her when they had first met. She remembered the day, when she had come stomping furiously out of the women’s restroom at the airport, her face red and covered in tears, her phone clutched crushingly tight in her hand. Her boyfriend had dared to yell at her when she told him she couldn’t make her flight, that she would have to take another, like it was her fault. She had been so angry she had slammed into him as he walked with his secretary to their terminal, spilling his coffee down the front of her suit. She had started crying again as she apologized and his secretary had rushed off to get napkins. He had been so kind, calming her down and laughing off the spill. He had had her laughing in a matter of minutes. He had even given her his business card, telling her to call him if she ever got the chance, something she hadn’t planned on, but had stuck it in her purse out of habit. She was handed so many on trips that she had a whole file just for them in her office.