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p “I shall take my leave then” I stood to leave before stopping at the door. “Doctor…” “Yes?” “Is there any way I can contact him?” His brows pulled together. “No.” I frowned. “No?” “We don’t have his personal number.” “What about his assistant?” “He rarely keeps the same staff for long.” “His address?” He shook his head. “Nobody knows.” I stared at him in disbelief. “How is that possible?” “He values his privacy more than anything.” Dr. Harris smiled helplessly.

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.

Adrian replied with a sigh. "A doctor? What's the name of this doctor?" Bran asked, interested in the story. "One mysterious Dr. C." Adrian replied, still feeling disappointed at the rejection he received. "The only thing I know about her is that she's a female. Every other detail hads been kept from the public. " Dr. C. The name sounds familiar..." Bran looked at the ceiling wondering where he'd heard the name before. "She's the doctor everyone has been raving about. The doctor who has never lost a patient." Adrian prodded.

He shook Dad’s hand, hugged Jenna and me with a gentleness that nearly broke me, then said, “Come with me.” We followed him to the elevators and rode up to the fourth floor. The sterile smell grew sharper, the hallways quieter, the air heavy. Dr. Brooks led us into his office and gestured for us to take a seat. His eyes swept over us with the kind of weight that only comes with bad news. “We have him listed as John Doe,” he said softly, “but I’ll need his real name.” Jenna lifted her chin, her voice proud even through the tremble. “Blaise Draven.”

Some said that Dawn died, but no bodies matched his best friend’s description for obvious reasons. Drumming his fingers on the bar counter with acrylic nails clacking rhythmically, the gay man sighed. He polished all the glass that needed polishing, and there weren’t many customers that needed serving. None of these new faces was his type either, and the bar mama felt restless. Why hasn’t Dawn contacted him yet? Was he still in danger?

I sat with my notebook in my lap and my hands folded over it and kept my breathing even. A man in a dark suit stepped out of the elevator bank and crossed the lobby toward the reception desk. He spoke briefly to the woman behind the counter. She pointed in my direction. He looked at me and then he crossed to where I was sitting. "Miss Arande." I stood. "Mr. Donovan is not available today," he said, his voice professionally flat. "However his office has asked me to inform you that your note has been received." I held his gaze and nodded once.

“Hi, I’m Harriet Stenet, your donor liaison.” Amaija Klein. This is Brin and Zara.” She nods, focusing on me. “So, Ms. Klein, I’d like to jump right in if that’s okay?” “I’m ready to jump,” I say. “Great. Do you have a preference for the donor’s race?” “Race doesn’t matter.” “Age?” “Age doesn’t matter either.” “Education?” “I’m pretty smart, so the kid’s got a good shot with half my DNA,” I say, not wanting to rule out anyone over a fancy degree.

I reply. "Do you know alot about the Draven's professor?" I ask curiously. The Professor chuckles a little as Lorie's school comes into view. "The Draven's and I go way back and please call me James when where not in lecture." He answers as he sticks his hands in his pockets. "I know everything about them and NIcolae and I are very close...I also know their family secret." He answers. "Are you one of them too?" I ask as we stop in front of Lorie's school.

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“It's Lisa now, can you connect your boss to this call? I've been trying to reach him but his personal number isn't going.” “I apologize, ma'am, but that won't be possible.” My brows furrowed. Had Drex told him he didn't want to talk to me? “What do you mean ‘not possible’? This could be an important business deal for all you know.” “I'm sorry ma'am, but Mr Drane is unable to answer any business calls right now, he left a moment ago and will likely soon be on a plane to New York. But if you have anything—” “Wait wait, wh-what?” What did I just hear?