The Billionaire's Torment

Chapter 60. Plan B

Cathy's POV

I vomited my guts out, the security guard watched, his face passive. The stench of the vomitus must have been strong because he puffed furiously on his cigarette, the smoke swirled around him for a minute before being blown by the air.

Now his face bore disgust, “ miss, you must clean that.”

He pointed at my stomach contents. “ I know.” I replied, my voice scratchy. He pivoted, went into the security room for a bit and brought me a pail of water and a rag. I glared up at him, “ no gloves?.”

“Where do you expect me to get gloves?.”

His indifferent response was accompanied by him leaving. He entered his tiny room and shut the door behind him. I cleaned the hard surface as much as i could, left the cleaning materials there and wobbled to the security room.

He flung the door wide on my initial knock. “ What more do you want from me, miss?.”

His irritated scowl failed to intimidate me, “ my friend, the Dr. Is she alright?.”

He took a deep breath, let it out on a sigh, “