<strong>Henry</strong><br/><br/>“This is the voicemail of… “ A mechanical voice intoned.<br/><br/>Pause.<br/><br/>“Lindsey Walker.” Laughter resonated in the sweet, familiar voice. “I can’t answer the phone right now. Please state the nature of your emergency after the beep.”<br/><br/>Beep.<br/><br/>Once the connection was broken the display on Henry’s phone showed he had no less than fifteen messages waiting. Several were the usual fare: invitations for fundraising and charity events, a message from his dry-cleaner and a message from his provider to check out amazing deals on their website. One was a rather worried sounding voice mail from Lindsey, followed by a less friendly one twenty minutes later. All the other messages were from Tracy, Henry’s PA, in various degrees of concern, irritation, exasperation and genuine worry.<br/><br/>“Mister Marrow, I would like to remind you of your appointment with the staff at 10.” This message was time-stamped at 9.50 AM.<br/><br/>“Sir, I have rescheduled the staff meeting to next week and cancelled all appointments for this morning, do you wish me to keep the ones for this afternoon?”<br/><br/>The last one was time-stamped at 7.30, and her concern was clearly audible in the short message stating she had dealt with the daily concerns and hoped to speak with him soon.<br/><br/>Then two things happened at the same time. His phone rang, a blank caller ID coming up in the display. At the same time his intercom buzzed, announcing a visitor.<br/>