We managed to make it to the hospital to visit the victims within visitor hours. The employees were pretty shocked, and I couldn’t fault them for that. Gomez was still in the ER, but the doctors said that he was in a medically induced coma from which he would be waking up soon, to our immense relief. I promised the employees that they will be compensated for this damage, and their hospital bills will be charged by the company. They will also be getting paid leave for however long they needed to heal. The employees were thankful for this, which made me a bit uncomfortable. I was more than aware of the inhuman nature of corporate when it came to sick leaves and wages, but Zelt Tech wasn’t like them. Well, it might have been before, but not anymore. Not as long as I had a say in it.After visiting the victims of the shootout, I get a call from Coraline.“Hey, Coraline, what’s up?”“Jace. Are you at the hospital? Gerald said that he’ll take you to visit the victims of the shootout. My god
Telling the detective about Stone and his gang is easy because it is purely my own story to tell. I got nothing to hide in that regard. So, I go in-depth about the harassment, the prank, the assault, and the subsequent expulsion. Detective Blanco pulls a notebook from her pocket in the meantime and jots down notes from my statement, nodding her head lightly.“Do you think that Stone is somehow related to the shootout?”I shake my head. “No, of course, not. One, Stone is a bully, not a killer. He might be an asshole, but his family isn’t into such activities. They’d rather go to the media and slander you than shoot your employees.”The detective nods again. “So, who else are your enemies, Mr. Greyson? I have to admit, for someone so young you seem to have a lot.”I quirk my lips at the irony. “Not a lot. Just Stone and his gang, and this one guy who's got it out for me for a reason I cannot fathom.”“Who is this guy?”“His name is Aiden Collins,” I reply, “and honestly, much of this st
On Thursday, I do not have any lectures, which means that is a workday.I meet Coraline at Zelt Tech early in the morning, and we embark on our workday. Our schedule is tedious today, we need to visit external supplying stations, the factory, or chips all while working on paperwork, various reports, and attending meetings with the executive board. Executive meetings are not my favorite as I always feel like the dumbest person on the planet when I was in the company of others, more experienced and mature individuals, although I understand their necessity.I don’t feel as much of a fish out of the water as I did when I began this COO gig. Those early days were hard because I did not have the experience. I knew the theories, of course, but when it came to practice, I was basically a big baby. I did not have the opportunity to learn while being at the bottom of the corporate ladder and most people. I didn’t have the experience of working with my father from a young age.Coraline was a gre
When we leave the restaurant after our meeting, we have scored a client.“Woo hoo!” Coraline whoops while pumping a fist in the air, grinning widely, “that’s one in for team COO.”“Wait, we got a team name?” I ask, amused. We walk down the sidewalk to where our car is parked from the restaurant. There is a spring to Caroline’s step, and she looks downright radiant. It had been a while since I saw her this happy. No, scratch that, I do not think I’ve ever seen her this happy.And it looks really, really good on her.“Hell yeah, we got a team name. We make a good team, and good teams need team names,” she replies in a no-nonsense tone, and I can’t help but smile.“I think I agree with the sentiment,” I shoved my hands into my pockets, letting myself relax, “Gerald is going to be pleased. Finally, some good news.”“Yep.”We walked a few yards in silence, enjoying the cool air of the night and the moving vehicles. Distantly, music was playing from another restaurant that was fancier than
I’ve never wanted to strangle someone so badly.By now the other nurses in the reception are also paying their attention to us, and most of them had varying expressions on their faces. Some looked pissed off while others looked sympathetic. But none of them came forward to rectify the nurse who was talking to me.Her name tag reads Clara.“Fine, then,” I growl, “I will pay for everything. Add all the charges to my account. I’ll give you all the information.”The nurse’s mouth quirks downwards, and she gives me a distasteful look. For a split second, I wonder what I must look like. Somehow, I’d lost my jacket, and the light blue shirt that I wore underneath was covered with blood and grime. My hands are covered with blood as well, drying in the temperature of the room. My hair is disheveled from the wind and running my fingers through it. My expression must be close to insane. I don’t even want to think about the state of my pants and shoes.I really need to take a shower to even gain
The look on everyone’s faces is incomprehensibly stunned the moment I re-enter the hospital with its director in tow. The nurses at the reception all stand up as they see him approach, and Clara’s face pales.I feel a little bit guilty about what I had done. I know that I am misusing a power that I have on hand. But what choice have I been left with? Ever since I entered this world, I’ve tried to treat people with compassion and kindness. But it only backfired on me and made me look like a right idiot. Now, it seems, that the wisest way was to treat people the same way they treated me.“Who is the nurse manning the reception front desk today?” Pat demands as soon as we come to a stand in front of the reception table.The nurses look at one another and Clara takes a step forward.“I am at the front desk sir,” she says in a voice that is close to shivering.I tamp down the feeling of guilt. My friend is in the ER getting treated after being shot. I cannot afford guilt.“Nurse Clara, isn
“Pat, I know how you feel about her conduct. Trust me, I am as pissed as you are, and I was the one on the receiving end of it,” I say as I sit across Patrick Wright’s office on the topmost floor of the Northwestern Clandestine Hospital, moments after the whole debacle downstairs, “but firing her over one such mistake is not right.”Coraline has been stabilized, and her bleeding was effectively ceased. She was not on the brink of danger anymore. A blood transfusion was being done as we speak.I give Gerald a call and tell him everything, but as I predicted he already knows and is on his way to the hospital. Coraline’s parents have been notified. They had been out of the city on what was a mini-vacation and were racing home. When I talk with them, they beg me to stay and help their daughter until they arrive. This is the second time this month that Coraline landed in a hospital with a threat to her life. I assure them of her safety to the best of my ability before ending the call. I ca
It takes only one more hour for the police to contact Gerald and me. They swing by the hospital and get the statements. It’s the same detectives from before, and they look much paler this time around, the creases on their foreheads seemingly permanently etched. They mutter about suspects and urge us to notify them if we see any sort of suspicious activity. There are still no leads from the last case.It is only after they leave the premises after taking our statements that I realize that I forgot to ask them if they had paid Aiden a visit.When Coraline’s parents arrive, the time is around 03:00 AM in the morning. They see me in the hallway in front of the emergency unit and come to a stop. I have a good idea of what I look like, my eyes bloodshot and half-closed from sleepiness, my hair barely held down by running my hand through it a couple of times, still dressed in that wrinkled, blood-stained suit that is starting to smell.Coraline’s parents take one look at me and demand that I