As I put my arms around one of them, she said to me, “I guess you know our meeting tomorrow morning is cancelled.”
It then hit me. About two weeks ago, she had called and asked me to consider the week of Sept. 10 for meeting to discuss an account. I remember telling her that my calendar was clear, to pick any of the days. She chose Wednesday morning, Sept. 12, at 9:15 a.m. on the 105th floor. Just 24 hours after the attack.
I asked her if she knew the status of her co-workers on the 98th floor. “I saw Dave this morning but I don’t know what happened to him,” she said through sobs, her voice becoming increasingly unsteady.
Instantly, my mind raced to all the others I know who work at AON: Rich, Brian, Chris, Carol.
I finally had the presence of mind to call my mom and a friend to tell them I was okay. Each was barely able to speak.
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