The air in the sterile hallway of Gospel Hospital grew heavy, thick with the scent of floor wax and the metallic tang of unspoken threats. Dominic Mylod lowered his phone, his expression as calm as a placid lake, even as the storm gathered around him. He turned his attention toward the hospital administrator, who was visibly trembling.
"Now," Dominic began, his voice low and devoid of emotion, "I suggest you take a very close look at your records. Not just for the the Flynn family, but for every patient currently being bled dry by your creative accounting. Every overcharge, every inflated fee, every phantom procedure—you will find them, and you will initiate refunds immediately."
The administrator didn't need to be told twice. Between the terrifying physical display Dominic had just put
