Fishing the phone from his pocket, he blinked the sleep out of his eyes and saw the call was from his boss, Dan Travers. Just what he needed. He considered ignoring it, but a tug of conscience made him answer. “Hello, Dan.”
“We have an emergency.” The man’s voice was shrill. “The Blackstone account—it’s about to disappear. That idiot Marcus managed to piss off the biggest account we have. Their production is stopped dead, and they’re furious. They’ve agreed to give us until the end of the day before they pull the plug. You’ve got to go calm everything down.”
“Dan, I’m on vacation.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. And I feel terrible about it. But you’re the only rep who’s near enough to pull our asses out of the fire.”
“I’m here with my son. I can’t just leave.”
“I get that, but you’re just a couple of hours away. You could be there before close of business, fix the problem, and be back before the kid’s bedtime.”
“No, I can’t.” Why couldn’t the man just let it go?