PETE
I wanted to hear him rant, I wanted to know what he had to say to me.
That pathetic fool, David.
He had no right to request that my clinic be sold to him. He was threatening to go further if I didn't pay up the one million dollars he had asked me to pay to cover up my sins, like he said.
I needed to speak to him and probably talk sense into his head. I wanted him to know that no matter what he does, he would never get the chance to have my clinic. It was my sweat and my energy, and no one had the right to take it away from me.
I kept pacing my office, to and fro, confused about what to do. I knew I had to take some action, or I'd be doomed. The board of directors had vividly told me that if I didn't make legal claims, my clinic would probably be taken away. I wasn't just angry
