YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID. WE WILL BE WATCHING. NOW WE KNOW YOUR WEAKNESS.
Max had never bothered with threats before. Business was business. It was always about what you knew and what you could have. He had seen it before during hostile takeovers when CEO didn’t agree with new management. This was different, personal, and he knew it. He wouldn’t sit around for people to hurt him. He took out his cell phone, took a picture of the contents, and forwarded it to his team of security. They had better find something fast or they would be replaced with someone that can do the job. If they were coming after him, his only weakness that he knew was Megan, and he wouldn’t let anyone get close to her. He put the evidence back in his pocket so he could give it to his security team in the morning.
Max held his head low. He took another deep breath and looked at his injured hand. He rubbed the top of his knuckles with his other hand to feel the cuts. Just minor, he thought. He pressed his other hand on top, feeling it, making sure nothing was broken. As he extended and flexed it, the soreness was there, but he knew it would only be bruised. Punching the wall when the nurse said was not the smartest move, but he was angry and had lost his temper.
He looked up at the nurses’ station and it was finally quiet. He tempted faith again and hoped he would get some answers without causing a scene and getting kicked out for good. As he walked toward the nurses’ station, he noticed the guards looking at him. He nodded and smiled back, meaning ‘I got this and it’s okay’. He leaned into the window and couldn’t help but watch the young nurse blushed as he smiled back at her. Yeah, I have this!he thought. His smile grew bigger and he thought he might just get some answers after all. He relaxed and showed off his dazzling smile with full wattage, the one that said, hey baby, look at me. The one that made women melt the moment they saw it. “Evening. I was wondering if there is an update on the condition of Megan Harrison.”
Max watched her, not giving away that he was holding his breath, keeping the smile on his face as he watched her turn beet red. Yes, he had that effect and he knew it. He looked at her flipping through charts as she tried to push her hair behind her ear. Then she looked up at him and her face changed. He knew he wasn’t going to get the information he wanted.
“I’m sorry, sir. I cannot give you that information unless you are family.” She looked up at him and smiled.
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Max said through clenched teeth, trying to keep his cool. “Do you have any idea who I am? I need to talk to the supervisor in charge and now! I’ve been waiting here for hours and I need to know the status of Megan Harrison.” Max held on to the counter, hoping that he wasn’t going to lose his patience with her. He was just about to say that she was his wife when a hand touched his forearm. He turned and looked into a pair of gray eyes full of concern. “Maggie,” he whispered and pulled her into a hug.