Chapter 4 - The Assassin in Scrubs
Alexander’s tires screeched as he pulled up to the emergency entrance. He sprinted through the double doors, flashing his VIP badge, and took the stairs to the ICU three at a time.
Outside his mother's room, two of his private security guards were wrestling a man to the ground. The man was wearing blue scrubs and a surgical mask, but as Marcus ripped the mask away, Alexander recognized him instantly. It was one of Julian’s private fixers.
"Who sent you?" Alexander demanded, grabbing the man by the collar and hoisting him against the wall. "Was it Julian? Did he send you to finish the job?"
The fixer spat blood on Alexander’s shoes and smiled. "You're too late, Reed. The board meeting is in an hour. With you playing nursemaid, Julian is passing the vote."
Alexander threw the man to the floor. "Marcus, hand him over to the police. And double the guard on my mother. Nobody breathes near this room without my permission."
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He checked on Evelyn. She was stable, the crisis averted. But the monitor's steady beep reminded him of what was at stake. Julian and Victoria had tried to kill the only family he had left.
Alexander straightened his suit, the cold, calculating billionaire taking over the grieving son. He wasn't going to miss that board meeting.
