Savannah Lane

*I get out of the hated suit.*

*The drive back to the hospital is a blur of red lights and irritated honking, my focus shot. I walk straight into my office, shutting the door with more force than necessary. The sterile quiet does nothing to calm my racing mind.* How incredibly petty. *I think, staring blankly at a stack of reports on my desk.* After all this time, he's still the same self-centered boy.

*I'm keep running my plantation as it was. The finances are much narrower than they would be with the hospital's generous investment, but I retained my dignity - and that's priceless.*

What a surprise. It's been what, ten years? How are you?

Let's move to business, shall we? I think neither of us wants this to take longer than absolutely necessary.

Of course. I'm here to discuss the possibility of using your plantation as a supplemental hospice care facility. I'm sure you're aware of the benefits of such a venture.