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2. A miracle
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2021-07-20 12:51:02On the other side of the road at a distance, a young man was coming out of a luxurious restaurant, it was the Blue Eagle Restaurant. Only the wealthiest could afford a meal at this restaurant. He walked towards a very expensive and oppressive car, followed closely by two other men. This were his body guards, dressed in black suits. One could tell from a distance that they were highly trained to keep their boss safe.
One of the men rushed forward and opened the rare door for the young man, he then closed the door carefully and went for the driver's seat. The other body guard looked around several times and stepped into the passenger side and the car left the premises.
A short distance from the restaurant, there was a commotion and a crowd of people had gathered and were whispering among themselves, a young lady waving frantically caught the attention of the young man and he ordered the driver to stop. He stepped out of the car and the scene that met him made him freeze where he was.
There was a middle aged man lying on the ground filled with blood and still bleeding, he was unconscious at the verge of death. The lady beside him was crying, begging for him to help her.
"Please sir, my dad is dying. I beg you please, help me take him to the hospital."
Those around started murmuring, "isn't he president Maxwell of the Blue Eagle companies?" " What is this girl doing, she should move out of the way."
She didn't care what they were saying, all she needed was help and soon. The young man came back to his senses, he rushed forward and listened to the man's pulse, then ordered the bodyguard to put him in the car, he opened the door for the lady and they drove off to the best hospital in the whole city.
"Miss, can you hear me?" She was brought back to the present by the receptionist who was now holding her hand talking to her. "Miss, I need you to fill the admission form, can you do it?"
"Yes" she answered after wiping her tears.
" What is the patient's name?"
"Sage Davis"
"And you are.."
"Anne Davis, his daughter"
After a series of questions the form was filled. Anne had by now stopped crying and was waiting for the surgery to end so that she could see her father again.. she kept praying in her heart, hoping that nothing happens to him. Then she remembered something, she looked at the receptionist who was busy on her computer. " Have you seen the man who brought my dad and me here?" She had not even remembered to thank him.
" He left immediately, said he had a meeting and could not wait so he left his card for you." She handed her the card and went back to her work
Anne looked at the card,
Luke Maxwell
Blue Eagle co-operation
A series of numbers followed. Where had she heard of that name? She tried to remember. Two years ago, she had applied for a job at a Blue Eagle company, she did the interview but was never called back for the job. It was her dream to work for the Blue Eagle but she never got the job. Was this man from the Blue Eagle?
She was interrupted by doctors coming out of the intesive care unit. They looked tired, obviously from the surgery they had just completed.
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