Chapter 45: Beneath the Surface
STANLEY Stanley sat in his office, the glow of the city lights stretching beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The skyline pulsed with life, but his thoughts were locked on one person—Lily. His hand hovered over his phone, the urge to call her gnawing at him, but he resisted. He had to approach this carefully. He'd already hurt her more than once. The solution had come to him in a moment of clarity. If she wouldn’t let him in emotionally, he could at least ease her burdens practically. He had learned about her demanding shifts, the pressure of her job compounded by her pregnancy. So, he'd made a call. A simple request, backed by authority and influence. The hospital director hadn't questioned the directive much—just nodded, understanding the gravity of the "request" from the power
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