Page 78 of Doctor Mile High
WINSTON
I’m done playingLandon’s games. Yesterday at the gala was the last fucking straw. He can embarrass me all he wants, but I won’t allow him to shame Dove. What he’s doing is crossing the line and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m going to take everything away from him.
He’ll be no one by the time I’m done with him.
“Olivia? Do you have the ID I asked for?”
She blows out a breath, lifting her giant purse from the floor to her lap. “Yes. Are you sure about this? This can get dangerous if you aren’t careful.” She digs through her bag, snatching the ID that will get me into Landon’s building.
I could use Dove’s, but I don’t want him thinking she’s swiping her card or he’ll think she’s interested. That will never happen. Her time with the Vain Corporation is over.
“I’m sure. Dove told me every night is the same. Landon leaves at five o’clock every day but the entire building is empty by eight.” I check the time on my watch, noticing it’s nearly nine. “I should be fine. I’m going to get in and out without anyone knowing.”
“If you get caught, this could mean an arrest or having your medical license revoked. There are too many people who count on you at this hospital.” She places the card in my hand and right as I’m about to grab it, she yanks it away. “When you scan this, it will register you, John Williams, as janitorial services. You have to be quick. If someone sees you, they won’t recognize you, just say you’re new and they might buy it. I don’t know.”
“How much did this ID cost? Did you put in on the company card?” I ask, tucking it into my pocket.
She gives me an incredulous look, hand to chest. “Have you never committed a crime?” she whispers harshly. “Of course I didn’t charge it. I used cash. You owe me five hundred bucks.”
“I can get that to you now.” I pull out my wallet, plucking five one-hundred-dollar bills from it.
“Thank you,” she chirps, fanning herself dramatically with the money. “What’s the plan after you get the information you need?”
“I’m sending it to every reporter, news station, and journalist I know.”
Her eyes widen. “That’s a lot, Winston. That could make it go national.”
“I hope it goes global since his products are international. I want his empire to fall.” I spread my arms and give her a twirl. “What do you think of my uniform?”
“You look the part. I’ve cleared your schedule for the next few days just in case any issues arise, but that means when you come back, you have back-to-back-to-back-to-back surgeries.”She gives me a forced smile, spinning a pen between her fingers. “Don’t hate me.”
“Never. You’re the best. I need to go. I have to call Dove before I dive in. I’ll call you to keep you updated.”
“Sounds good. I’m leaving here in about an hour. I have to move around some of your meetings and make some last-minute phone calls to put out some fires about those photos.”
I growl deep within my throat, slamming my fist on the button for the elevator. “That will be taken care of too.”
Landon has put a dent in my reputation. I know that was his goal, and he succeeded temporarily. But I have something that Landon doesn’t. I have intellect. I have the ability to play the game in a much bigger capacity. He has no idea what’s coming for him.
When the elevator doors open, I step inside and Dr. Greene is in the corner.
She looks me up and down, her wrinkled lips pursing when she sees my outfit. “Doctor.”
I clear my throat, lacing my hands behind my back. “Doctor.”
My heart rate increases with every second that passes by that she doesn’t ask why I’m wearing a janitor’s uniform.
She doesn’t. When the elevators reach her floor, she narrows her eyes at me, slowly walking by as if she knows something I don’t. “Doctor,” she says as a farewell.
“Doctor,” I repeat for the hundredth time today.
I don’t know how I manage to see Dr. Greene so many times a day in the elevator. At this rate, I’m starting to wonder if anyother doctors use this damn elevator. The doors shut and my smile fades to a stern expression. When the elevator comes to a stop on the bottom floor, I’m quick to exit, keeping my face in my phone so no one interrupts me as I leave.
I don’t bother to take the car. I don’t want any of this linked to me. Placing a plain blue baseball cap on, I tuck my hands in my pocket and walk. I go through the plans in my head, remembering every detail. No step can be missed. When I enter the building, I have to go to the janitorial closet, swipe the card, and grab a cart. The cart is essential to the belief that I work there.
My phone vibrates and it’s a message from Dove, pulling me out of the constant loop of my plan.
Dove:Be careful. I love you. Please, if anything goes wrong, you run.
