Taming His Mistress [Revised]

(6) I Hate Hospitals

Angeline's POV

"Ma'am all we need is a signature," Melinda exasperated. I could tell she was getting irritated. My father raised me better than she thinks. See, you don't just go around signing stuff without reading it. I read through these papers she wants me to sign. They're trying to reopen a cold case that only my father was working on. Detectives gave up on the case long ago. I guess my father didn't. So I'm sitting here in the conference room looking at these papers. This woman, Melinda, has been trying to get me to just sign them so they can continue their work. My father was a detective for twenty years before he became a lawyer. I've spent all of my life getting the law pounded into my head. I knew my rights as the last heir. Melinda was trying to fool me. What I wanted to know was why she was so desperate for me to sign them.

"I would like all of my father's files on this case sent to my home office," I said while standing. Melinda paled and cleared her throat while she stood.

"We can't do that. All we need is your signature." She rambled.

"You can and will send those files to my home or you will find yourself another job. Understood?" I said coldly. She smoothed out her pencil skirt and nodded. I gathered the papers and exited the room. Marylynn was right behind me as we made our way to the elevator. My phone started buzzing. I frowned at the unknown number but answered anyway.

"Langston," I said sharply.

"Hi. We have a young man here who was in an accident. We found this number in the pocket of his jeans." The man said. I should scold him for not telling me who he was. Even I know that you're supposed to identify who you are before getting to the purpose of the call.

My number? Oh shit. That guy from the cafe. I gave him my number before leaving.

"Define 'Here'." I barked. Marylynn looked at me with a confused face while the elevator doors closed. The man cleared his throat, clearly thrown off by my attitude.

"The Merciful James Hospital ma'am." He stuttered.

"I'll be there shortly." I snapped and hung up the phone. Marylynn raised her brow, the gesture alone was the question she failed to verbally communicate.

"That guy from the cafe is in the hospital. Some kind of accident." I explained to her. If she was surprised she didn't show it. Marylynn had a way of masking her emotions. When I'm in Dom mode I do the same. The elevator ride was short and tense. I don't know why I felt anxious. I didn't know this guy at all. All I did was buy him something to eat.

We made our way to the SUV and I slid in. Marylynn scolded me for not waiting for her to open my door. She knows very well that I'm an independent person. It took years for me to get used to having her and Richard around to cater to my every need. Now I have a whole staff who does it. They get treated well and I have no complaints. I'm way better than my father. He was cruel and cold inside. I vowed to never be that way. I try to keep my personality bubbly and sweet. Unless I'm without caffeine, then there's no hope for anyone.

The hospital wasn't far from my dad's old office. When I arrived the lady at the front desk gave me an attitude.

"Can I help you?" She asked without looking up.

"Someone called about a guy who got hit by a car," I said as calmly as I could manage given her unprofessional demeanor.

"Name?" She asked with a bored tone.

"I never got his name. I met him today." I explained. She sighed and rolled her eyes. She's lucky I respect my elders or she would have a hand print on her wrinkled face.

"Well, how am I supposed to help you?" She said annoyed.

"How about you do your fucking job and pull up the accident report filed an hour or so ago." I snapped. She opened her mouth to reply but the doctor stepped in interrupting her.