Chapter 6 - The Midnight Meeting
The text message was short and clear: “Come to the conservatory. Alone. — G.M.”
Hannah slipped on a warm cardigan over her maid dress and crept quietly through the darkened hallways of the Mercer estate.
She opened the glass doors of the grand conservatory, where moonlight poured through the glass ceiling, illuminating rows of exotic plants and stone fountains.
Grant stood near a marble fountain, his back turned to the entrance, his broad shoulders outlined by the silvery moonlight.
“Mr. Mercer?” Hannah whispered softly, closing the glass door behind her.
Grant turned around slowly. He didn't use a walking cane. He walked with measured, confident steps toward her, stopping just two feet away.
“I checked your background, Hannah Reed,” Grant spoke in a low, gravelly voice. “You were the top surgical assistant at St. Jude Hospital until six months ago, when your license was suddenly suspended following a false malpractice claim.”
Hannah looked down, a bitter smile touching her lips. “The malpractice claim was filed by Dr. Richard Hale’s medical group after I refused to falsify a patient report for them.”
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Grant reached out into the dim moonlight, his large, tattooed hand finding her shoulder with astonishing precision.
👉 “Then we both have the same enemy,” Grant said, his dark eyes fixing onto hers with sudden, piercing focus.
