Episode 3.
676 Words
The Wallet Mission Part 2.
The elevator doors opened with a soft Ding!, and the cold morning air hit my face like reality reminding me.
"You’re about to deliver a billionaire’s wallet to a hospital uninvited."
Outside, the city buzzed with traffic, and I had no idea which direction the hospital was in.
I opened Google Maps, typed “Voss Hospital”, and prayed it wouldn’t be three cities away. Thankfully, it was only fifteen minutes by cab. Perfect.
“Let’s do this,” I whispered, hopping into the nearest taxi.
“Where to, miss?” the driver asked.
“Voss Hospital, please. Fast but not too fast. I’d like to live to deliver this wallet.”
The driver chuckled, glancing at me through the mirror. “You work for him?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Condolences,” he said simply, and sped off.
By the time I reached the hospital, my nerves had fully organised a protest inside my chest. I stepped out, clutching the wallet like it was made of glass.
The sleek black building loomed ahead, and I spotted two men in dark suits near the entrance – his security team, no doubt.Perfect.
I’ll give it to them and disappear before he even knows I was here.I walked up confidently.
“Excuse me, I’m Mr Voss’s intern. He forgot his wallet; could you—”One of them held up a hand.
“You’re not on the authorised list.”
“I’m not trying to enter! I just—he might need this.”
“Mr. Voss doesn’t forget things,” the guard said flatly.I blinked.
“Well, today’s the first time.”He raised a brow, clearly unconvinced.
“He’s in the emergency wing. You can leave it with us.”I hesitated.
“You’ll make sure he gets it?”The man gave me a look that screamed, "Do you know who I work for?"
“Fine,” I said, handing it over reluctantly. “Please just tell him Mia brought it.”
He nodded but looked like he’d already forgotten my name.
Great.
Just as I turned to leave, a familiar voice echoed down the hall – deep, clipped, and irritated.
“What is she doing here?”I froze.
There he was.
Damian Voss himself, walking toward us, looking like he’d just stepped out of a boardroom instead of an emergency ward. His suit jacket was open, his tie loosened, but his expression was pure CEO thunder.
I instantly regretted every decision that led me here.
“Sir!” the guard said quickly, holding up the wallet. “She brought this for you.”
Damian’s eyes shifted to me, sharp as ever.
“Miss Holts,” he said, voice low and controlled. “Why am I not surprised?”
I swallowed hard. “You—you forgot your wallet, sir. I thought you might need it.”
He took it, sliding it into his jacket pocket.
“I appreciate your enthusiasm,” he said slowly, “but in the future, do not follow me to hospitals.”
“I wasn’t following you, I was just—”
“Demonstrating your inability to follow instructions?” He finished smoothly.
I blinked. “No, demonstrating… helpfulness?”
His lips twitched just slightly, like he was fighting a smirk, but he turned before I could be sure.
“Go back to the office, Miss Holts.”
I stood there for a second, trying to think of a comeback, but all that came out was, “You’re welcome!”
He paused mid-step.
The guards froze.
The air around us seemed to hold its breath.Then, so faintly I almost missed it, he exhaled a laugh.
Just one. Short. Real.“Get a cab, Miss Holts,” he said, without turning around.
“Yes, boss,” I said, grinning despite myself.
As I left, I could still hear one of the nurses whispering, “Did the Ice King just laugh?”
And I thought to myself, maybe I won’t be fired after all.
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