Chapter Eight

Jesse paced to and fro in the hallway of the hospital outside the children’s female ward holding the card in his hand. He was suddenly nervous to call the numbers on the card. What would he say? He couldn’t possibly tell her assistant that he was Aviva’s godson!.

“Just call puss!”. His subconscious snapped. “Time’s a wasting.”

“Right.” Jesse nodded, pulled out his phone from his pocket and quickly dialed the first number then clicked on the call button and put the phone to his ear before he could chicken out again.

“Hello.” A male voice said.

“Good evening.” Jesse greeted. “Am I speaking with uh… Aviva Arroyo’s assistant?”.

“Yes, this is he.” Paul replied. “How may I help you?”.

“My name is Jesse Billion and I need Mrs Arroyo’s help.” Jesse replied.

“Jesse Billion? Of Monument bank?”.

Jesse shrugged. “Yes but not anymore.”

“I see.” Paul muttered. “What’s your problem?”.

“My daughter is sick and she needs to have a heart transplant as soon as possible or she dies.” Jesse told him. “I