Dr. Kenneth Goldman Novels & Stories

“N-Nicolas Rogers… He was my wife's—my ex-wife's—doctor. I personally know him… He's a great specialist.” I raised my brows. “A friend of yours?” He nodded, and another piece clicked in its rightful spot. I felt the rage humming under my skin, but I had to keep it contained. I drew a deep breath and met the gaze of the spiteful creature sitting in front of me. “That Doctor Rogers... Does he, by any chance, work at the John Pearson Clinic?” Kenneth's eyes widened. “Yes… How did you know?” “Just a lucky guess,” I said, holding his gaze.

She walked around the flower bed, up the steps, and along the cobblestone path to the front hall. When she entered the living room, she saw Dr. Goldstein and his female assistant waiting for her. She smiled and said, “Dr. Goldstein, I’ve troubled you, please have a sit.” Is She Alright? (2) Dr. Goldstein was the Garcia family doctor. He was an approachable man in his forties wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses. “Don’t say that, Young Madam. This is part of my job,” said he politely.

"Kevin, maintain a close watch on that trail." "I’ve already vetted the lead," Kevin continued. "It’s a collaborative effort from several Academy scholars, spearheaded by a male named Kenneth Nelson. He holds a staggering number of patents and is a rare talent in the field." I had a strange, prickling sensation that Grant’s posture stiffened the moment Kenneth’s name was uttered, but he masked it instantly. The briefing rolled on. As a junior strategist, I had no seat at the high table, so I kept my head down and focused on transcribing the meeting.

" Yes, Ma'am. " " I want to know in which field Mr.Eric Gold is concentrating on and his educational background. " " Sure, Ma'am. The field is medical. " " Medical? " I repeated her words. " Yes, Ma'am. " " ok. " I hung up the call and began to tap the phone on my temple. when I looked at Clara. She was astonished to see me. " What Clara? " I asked her. " Were you talking about Mr.Gold, I mean Mr.Eric Gold? " she asked me like a small three-year-old child jumping in enthusiastically.

Kenneth hurriedly replied, “I haven’t left Eastcliff ever since I came back from the United States. Do you have any instructions for me, Mr. Golding?” Rogan said, “I want to ask you about something but this is a very important matter. Can you make a trip to the Golding Group Hospital? It would be better for us to talk face to face.” “Okay, sure!” Kenneth smiled as he said, “Mr. Golding, please wait for a moment. I will rush over there immediately!”

Another man with silver hair and a narrow face stands when Kenneth gestures toward him, smiling modestly while donors clap. Dean’s voice comes through Everett’s hidden earpiece, low enough that only he can hear. “Doctor at front left. Nathaniel Brooks. Lawson Medical Outreach. Connected to heat intervention records.” Everett’s gaze fixes on the man. Brooks looks clean. Respectable. A doctor donors would trust with their daughters, their sons, their Omegas, their secrets. His tuxedo fits well. His smile is practiced. His hands are steady. Everett wonders how many forms those hands have signed while someone frightened waited in a back room.