She Offered A Kiss As A Joke—And Underestimated The Man Who Could Save Her

over by other companies.”

“Good,” she said. “Go welcome them.”

I walked to the window looking out over the tarmac. Outside, the Bell 525—our bird—was being prepped for a flight. But it wasn’t a corporate charter. It was painted with a new emblem: a red cross with wings. We had secured the contract for emergency organ transport for the entire Midwest continue reading …