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Henry tugged at his tic, a smile of irritation spreading across his face,
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Larry was still unaware of the situation. He saw his boss’s smile in the rearview mirror. Eager to please, he doubled down on his flattery. “Mr. Floyd, all women notice these little details. If you pay more attention to them, you’ll definitely win Mrs. Floyd back.”
“That’s enough talking.” Henry’s cold gaze swept over him and said, “Your salary will be docked by 2,000 this month.”
Larry froze, the words dying in his throat.
What just happened?
He was expecting a raise, not a deduction.
Confused and aggrieved, he sneaked another glance at the rearview mirror, only to see Henry’s face dark with anger. He swallowed the bitterness of his mistake and carefully silenced himself.
He had only himself to blame–why had he suggested anything in the first place? Now his mouth was costing him dearly.
Shana received approval for her proposed news story. She wanted to expose a pharmaceutical company selling counterfeit drugs. The payment was decent, so she spent the next week running around, gathering the evidence.
She left early and came back late, using her wits to outsmart people. On the final day, she camped out all night in front of the mansion of Harding Lamb, the man in charge, hoping to catch him accepting a bribe.
It rained almost the entire night. But Shana didn’t falter; her raincoat soaked through as she remained glued to her spot, never letting her guard down.
Her persistence paid off. Just after midnight, Harding respectfully escorted a man out of his mansion.
Shana recognized him as a government official.
She held her breath, her hands steady despite the cold, as she snapped pictures of their conversation and handshake.
When she returned to Moonville Bay, dawn had already broken.
Judy, shocked by Shana’s drenched appearance, gasped, “Mrs. Floyd, where have you been? You look a
mess!”
Exhausted and sleep–deprived, Shana had no energy to explain. She dragged herself upstairs and was barely able to speak. She replied, “I need to sleep. Don’t wake me until I’m up.”
She could already tell she’d be sleeping through the whole day.
“Alright, I understand,” Judy called after her. Then, as an afterthought, she added something else.
Shana was experiencing dizziness and a pounding headache. She barely registered the words, giving a tired wave as she disappeared up the stairs.
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After a quick shower, she collapsed into bed
No one could stop her from drifting into a deep sleep.
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As she slept, Shana felt as though she had been lifted and thrown into an inferno, fire all around her, the heat suffocating. Sweat streamed from her body as if she were melting away.
She struggled desperately, her eyelids heavy, and finally managed to open them with just a crack. Darkness surrounded her, the air thick with heat.
Her breath was hot and labored, and her body drenched in sweat. She swallowed; the pain in her throat
sharp, like a thousand needles piercing her skin. She winced, her features contorted in discomfort.
Was she running a fever?
No wonder she felt so awful.
Shana instinctively tried to get up, but the discomfort hit her again. She collapsed back onto the bed, helpless.
Her throat was dry. When she tried to speak, her voice was hoarse, barely audible.
She reached for her phone, relieved to find it cha..efore she went to bed. Shane glanced at the time. It
was already 11 PM the following night. She’d slept an entire day.
It was the fever that had knocked her out so completely.
She almost dialed Judy’s number, but then remembered Judy’s earlier request. “Mrs. Floyd, my son’s getting married. I need to take three days off to help with the arrangements.”
Shana hesitated, biting her lip helplessly.
There was no one home. Judy’s family lived up north, far from here. Help wouldn’t come in time.
Shana switched gears and tried calling Cheryl instead.
The phone rang and rang, but no one picked up. She imagined Cheryl was out partying somewhere. She checked her phone, unsure of how long it would take.
Typical, at the worst possible moment, her backup was nowhere to be found.
Shana’s body throbbed with pain, her head spinning. It felt like she might pass out at any moment. Though she hadn’t measured her temperature, she could tell it was high. It felt worse than last year when she had the flu.
She needed to find someone to bring her medicine. Otherwise, she might die alone at home without anyone noticing.
With trembling fingers, she scrolled through her contacts. Her vision blurred, her hand shaking as she went down the list, until her eyes landed on Cyrus‘ name.
Of course! Why hadn’t she thought of him sooner? He was a doctor.
She urgently needed a doctor. She was still young, wanted to enjoy life, and wanted to become a wealthy woman–she couldn’t just die at a young age.
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In that moment, it felt like she had finally found a lifeline in the middle of a storm. Without hesitation, she dialed his number.
This time, luck was on her side. The phone rang a few times before it was picked up. Cyrus‘ familiar, soothing voice came through, “Shana?”
She clung to her last bit of consciousness. Her voice was raspy as she called for help. “Dr. Grant, I have a high fever, and I can’t move. Can you come and bring me
Before she could finish, the phone slipped from her hand.
he wasn’t sure if Cyrus had heard her, but she tried to speak again. Before she could, her vision went black, and she passed out.
Shana’s sleep wasn’t peaceful. Her body ached all over; her limbs felt like they were being pulled apart. Her throat felt as if it might explode, and she couldn’t stop coughing. She was certain she could feel death approaching.
Suddenly, she felt someone lifting her up, and it seemed like someone was giving her medicine.
Had Cyrus come? Did he hear her plea for help?
She struggled to open her eyes, but everything seemed veiled, as though a fog had settled over her vision. All she could make out was the outline of a man, but his face remained unclear.
Her survival instinct kicked in. She parted her lips, drinking the water he offered, swallowing it down.
Then she felt a sharp sting in the back of her hand, followed by a cold liquid flowing into her veins.
Shortly thereafter, she sensed Cyrus sitting next to her. He was gently wiping the sweat from her face with a towel.
It wasn’t long before the medicine started working. The pain in her body dulled, and her mind became foggy with sleep.
Cyrus did live up to his reputation. He was reliable.
Without him, she would’ve been in grave danger.
Relaxing, Shana let the medicine take its course, falling asleep once again.
The next morning, Shana woke to a sensation of thirst.
She opened her eyes and saw that she was alone in her room. The fever had broken. Though her body still felt weak, her mind was clearer.
Where is Dr. Grant? Has he left?
As she wondered, the sound of footsteps came from the doorway.
Shana propped herself up on the bed, still holding the covers, and looked up. Without thinking, she called
out, “Dr. Grant!”
“Who are you calling?”
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A deep, angry voice cut through the air as a tall, imposing figure entered. His dark eyes flashed with anger as he towered over her bed.
Shana’s jaw dropped. “What are you doing here?”
Shouldn’t he have been out of town on business?
Her confusion only seemed to fuel Henry’s rage. “Why couldn’t it be me? Would you rather it be Cyrus? Shana, do you even remember that you’re a married woman?”
