“Two hundred coins?” Mike asked breathlessly as he stared at the static screen which had been glued to his vision. “….and that will be two hundred million dollars.”
“Sir?” the accountant asked with her eyebrow raised in question.
“Sorry” mike replied hurriedly and asked, “Please where is ward nine? I wish to see Mr Anderson.”
“It’s the second room by your right” she pointed at a direction for him to take, which he did after he thanked her and minutes later, he knocked on a brown oak door, bearing the number nine and enters gingerly, not wanting to wake up the little girl who had been placed under medical machines and drip, and Mr Anderson noticing him, stood up quietly to make way for him to seat.
“No Mr Anderson, you didn’t have to” Mike mumbled and tried to lead the old man back to h
