"Unless you're dead, you'd better drag yourself back here even if you're on your last breath," read the message from Victor Sheldon. "We have a major collaboration project with the XXX Group coming up immediately. You know how they are. If you aren't here, I won't be able to hold the fort."
A second message quickly followed. "Of course, it would be even better if you brought our little sister along. That would give me way more motivation to work."
Vince Russell stared at the screen.
"Get lost!" he typed back.
However, he really did need to be present for that project. Vince threw off his covers and, despite the bandages wrapped around his torso, pushed himself out of bed.
Ruby Rowland hurriedly grabbed his hand. "Vince, where are you going?"
Vince looked down, clearly seeing the worry swimming in the little girl's eyes. His expression softened slightly, the dark scowl lifting from his face.
"To the company."
