Page 11 of My Destiny
My shoulders slump and my feet drag as I head down the long corridor towards the waiting room. I press the button on the wall, allowing me to exit. Looking around the packed room, I search for Chris. He has to be here somewhere; he wouldn’t leave without telling me. Finding no sign of him, I walk towards the automatic doors, and out into the night.
I find him leaning against one of the concrete pylons just outside the exit. “How is she?” he asks, standing up straight.
“I’m not sure.” I scrub my hands over my face as I speak. “They’ve taken her to have scans to see where the bleeding is coming from.”
“I hope she’s going to be okay.”
“That makes two of us.”
“I wiped most of the blood off the backseat, and I’ll take the car in to be cleaned in the morning.”
“That’s the least of my worries,” I say, with a flick of my hand.
“Who is she? The woman I mean.”
“One of my employees’ wife.”
“Oh. Where’s her husband?”
“Still at The Dome, I presume.”
“Okay.”
I see the confusion on his face. He’s probably wondering why I’m here with her, instead of him. “I probably should try to contact him.”
“You most definitely should.”
I bet he wouldn’t be so insistent if he knew the whole story. That fucker doesn’t deserve her. She’s better off without him.
Sliding my phone out of my pocket, I search for my assistant’s number. Claire will still be at the function and may be able to get a hold of him for me.
“Claire.”
“Mr. Cavanagh.”
“I need a favour.”
“Sure. Are you still here?” I can hear the confusion in her voice.
“No. I’m at the hospital.”
“Hospital?” she shrieks, and it’s loud enough that I have to pull the phone away from my ear. “Is everything all right.”
“I’m fine. I’m here with someone else.”
“Who?”
“Long story, I can fill you in later. What I need you to do is find Jake Johnston. Do you know who he is?” It’s a stupid question; Claire knows everyone who works for me.
“Yes, of course.”
“He was seated at my table.”
“I can’t see him. Hold on, I’ll walk around the room.” I impatiently tap my foot until she speaks again. “I can’t see him.” Of course she can’t.
“Go out to the front of the building and see if you can see him there.” I feel my anger spike, knowing he’s more than likely still out there with that woman. I eye Chris as I wait.
“Okay.” A minute passes before she speaks again. “Nope, I don’t see him.”
