Roman walks in with a dossier and says, "Okay, here is all the info I could get about her."
He placed the file in my hand as soon as I extended out my hand without looking up.
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The Bella Alverez, Angela
the female gender
Green-colored eyes
Age: 23
Mother: Unknown; listed as deceased
Father Leonardo Alverez, who has been declared deceased
Family: None
The address is 4576 Yastord Street.
Unknown Blood Relatives, all of whom have been ruled deceased
Robert Anderson's previous relationships: Ex-fiance
Isabella Cortez and her close friends
Work as a server at Rosetta's
$2300 monthly income
Information security analyst, field of study.
Health Problems: PTSD, GAD, and PD diagnoses.
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Roman replies as I keep going through all the extra details I should know about her, "So it looks like she has a history."
I hum in agreement and set the file down after saying "Mhm".
"So, what are your current plans?" He inquires.
I asked, "What do you mean, what are my plans?"
"Like, are you going to stay here for the night, or what will happen?" He adduces. I shrug since I'm not really sure of the answer to that.
"I'll hold off until the end of the day and return the following day after the meetings. He nods in agreement as I say, "I don't know how much I'll be able to make, but whatever happens, happens.
The door suddenly swings open as a sobbing woman dashes over to Bella's bedside, ignoring everyone else in the room.
The nurse who was attempting to stop her turned to me right away.
Sir Marco, I really apologize; the women disregarded our advice. With a terrified smile, the nurse offers, "I could immediately ask the bodyguards to escort her. When I see the woman's face, I chuckle.
"It's okay. Please don't bother. The nurse exhaled with satisfaction when I said, "She could enter," and then she walked away.
Bri said, "OH MY GOD, WHAT DID YOU DO?" She gripped her hand and yelled. I recognized her Isabella in this woman.
I SAID DON'T GO ALONE, AND NOW LOOK WHAT HAPPENED. WHY. HOW COME YOU DID THIS?" She kept screaming, and all I could do was look back at her with a blank expression. She started chatting to Isabella normally after giving her some time to calm down.
She eventually recognized our presence as she turned around and prepared to get a chair after some time. Her entire demeanor shifted as she gave me a startled glance before turning to look at Roman and glaring at him.
"YOU. Roman had just raised his hand in surrender when she shrieked, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Roman was facing her.
He pointed at me and said, "Look before you go all crazy woman on me, I just came here because he is here and found your friend in the hit car." She gave me a quick glance before her eyes grew wild.
She addressed him with a polite "Mr. Marco".
I responded, "Ms. Cortez," and she appeared startled.
"I am aware of you. I tell her that you are in charge of our web developer division, and she nods stiffly before settling into a chair.
Roman glares at Isabella and says, "Oh, so you respect him, but not me."
You didn't earn it. I don't care if you're the president of the United States, as I have stated. She responds, which makes my face grin as she does.
So, this is the lady that Roman ran into in the store. Interesting.
He murmurs menacingly, "Watch your mouth."
"Like you have any control over it. "Leave the room now!" She screams back. Roman practically asks for support when he looks at me, but I just brow-raise and look at him.
Seriously, he says, "you're not even going to support me." I shrug and carry on with my task.
He soon becomes irritated with her and storms out of the room as they continue to argue. Watching him make his ego feel so low was extremely amusing.
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Nothing has altered as of yet as the night arrived more quickly than usual. I made the decision to call it a night and asked a few of the nurses to keep an eye on her. That evening, I returned home and fell asleep.
The nurses advised me when I returned the following afternoon that she was still not showing any signs of waking up any time soon.
Since Isabella stayed with her all night and I couldn't tell her about my plans, I spent less time with her. I gave Isabella a week vacation and appointed someone else to take over her duties in the interim.
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One day quickly became two, and the following day was drawing near. Around three in the morning on the fourth night, I received a call from the hospital asking me to hurry because she was displaying signs of waking up.
After arriving at the hospital, I waited in the VIP area for 30 minutes. The emergency alert in her room sounds after a few minutes. The nurses swarm close together to check on the patient.
I just see her eyes open as they widen in horror as I walk into the room. She immediately downs a glass of water that the nurse brings her when she accepts it. She scowls in horror as she scans the space.
Where am I?
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A/N: Many of you must be perplexed as to why, after referring to her as his angel in the previous chapter, he is now using her as a proverbial "step stool" to achieve his goals. Don't worry; everything will eventually make sense.
QOTD ; Which comes first, math or science?