Chapter Four
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Layla's POV
"What part of I don't know who you are didn't you get?" I asked the man who had been nothing but rude since he started talking to me.
The last thing I could remember was that I had lost Dad's book.
It contained ideas for jewelry design, ideas that people in the jewelry business would kill to have.
Everyone in the jewelry business knew Fernando Smith, and I was privileged to be his daughter.
When he died he left me the book, resulting in so much hatred from Mum and Amanda.
"I don't know why you keep blanking out, but if you really want to know how you got here you should focus on what I am saying", the man said, his voice pulling me back for the moment.
Staring at me, he shook his head as he began to tell me how I got here.
"My driver and I were headed to a dinner party when all of a sudden you walked into the street..."
"What, I walked into the street?" I interrupted, not believing what I had just heard.
"Yeah, you walked right into the road, and before I could scream you were already hit".
"You hit me?" I questioned furiously.
"I guess you do not have a driver's license, that's why you don't know how to drive" I hissed angrily.
The man began to laugh, but I could tell it was laughter that held rage, not a pleasant one.
I knew I was at fault, but I wasn't going to admit it to someone who had been arrogant and rude since he started talking to me.
"For your information, young lady, I drive very well, but it seems like your hearing is selective."
"I said it was my driver that was driving, and before you shift the blame, no he is not at fault".
"The one at fault here is you, who was stupid enough to walk into the road when the lights were green."
I was angry, he had just called me stupid and, as far as I was concerned, that was enough to make me explode in anger.
"Watch your tongue Mister, I am not stupid," I said, attempting to stand up when I felt dizzy and sat down.
"Are you alright?" the man asked with concern etched on his face.
I couldn't believe it, he was the one who had riled me up, and now he was asking if I was okay.
But before I could respond, the Doctor came in with an elderly looking man putting a stop to whatever fight I was about to start.
"Hmm, Mr. Bricks, the person you saved is awake, and I must tell you she isn't a bit grateful for it" the man said, speaking to the elderly-looking man.
"Sir Kyle, it's okay."
"No it isn't, she thinks it's our fault she got hit" he continued angrily.
At this point I felt a bit of remorse because I was sure the kind-looking, elderly looking man couldn't have hit me on purpose.
"I'm sorry Sir for walking into the road, I got distracted" I immediately apologized, hoping to ease whatever tension was beginning between the man and his driver.
Sighing, the Doctor looked from one of us to the other.
"Mr. Davis, were you able to get a number?"
At that, the man whose name I had just learned was Davis, frowned, his face, staring at me.
"Doctor, I think you should ask her yourself, she pisses me off" he replied, his eyes twitching.
"Very well then, I think you should use this time to go pay the bills while I check her" the Doctor replied, smiling.
Mr. Davis and his driver nodded in agreement and left the ward, leaving just the Doctor and me.
I waited for the doctor to question me, but he started observing and prodding me like I was some specimen.
When I couldn't take the silence anymore, I blurted out.
"Aren't you supposed to ask me a couple of questions?"
"Well, Miss, I had to wait to ensure you were no longer steaming with anger".
"And what do you mean by that?"
"I was by the door for some time and heard you taking it out at Mr. Kyle, so I know better than to question you when you are not ready" he answered, chuckling to himself.
I didn't find it funny, but I wasn't going to say that, so all I wanted to do now was get away from here.
Pieces of what happened the night before had begun to come back, reminding me that my life was in shambles.
"Is there anyone we could call to come pick you up?" the Doctor asked, interrupting my thoughts.
"No, there is no one to call" I responded sadly as I recalled the events from yesterday.
"It's okay then, thankfully Mr. Davis has settled the bills, so by this evening we should be able to discharge you".
"Just rest up and try not to do any strenuous or fast movement".
"Alright thank you, Doctor Brian" I sighed, peeking at his badge.
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I tried to adjust my position when Mr. Davis came barging in looking annoyed.
I wondered what silly accusations he had this time around.
"Layla, that's what you are called, right?" he asked, still annoyed.
"Yes, that's what I am called" I replied, exasperated.
"Doctor Brian said there is no one we could call on your behalf, how is that even possible?" he asked, his face riddled with confusion.
"He is right, there is no one to call" I said in confirmation.
I wasn't going to allow a stranger to feel pity for me, so after a bit of silence, I continued.
"I heard you paid the bills and stayed overnight". "Thanks for that."
"You should write your account number somewhere, and I'll transfer whatever it is you spent back to you and, yeah, you could also leave".
Mr. Davis began chuckling, and soon it became full-blown laughter that made me wonder if I had said anything funny.
"You want to pay me what I have spent?" he asked, still laughing.
"Alright, transfer the last twelve hours I have spent here back to me".
I looked at him confused. Was he trying to be funny or was he being serious right now?
"What do you mean?"
"I'll tell you what I mean".
"The money I spent here doesn't mean anything to me".
" I could as well as have given it to charity.
"But you see, the time I spent here has cost me a lot."
"It has cost me a meeting that would have raked in billions, cost me my sleep and cost me being at my company this morning. "
Heaving, I looked at him apologetically because I could understand where he was coming from. I had business too or did I, now that my store was burnt?
"I'm so sorry I made you lose all that" I whispered sincerely.
"You finally take responsibility, but guess what, I don't care because that would not bring back my time" he said harshly.
"Mister, what exactly do you want?"
"I thought you wanted an apology, which I just gave, but it's clear that isn't enough."
"Fine, I will tell you what I want."
"I want you to fix this".
"If you can get me a meeting with Mr Arnold Rivers, then you will fix this" he yelled, walking towards the door.
"But I know that's impossible" he concluded, walking out as he slammed the door behind him.
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