“You were involved too!”
“I’m not going to prison for you.”
Two investigators from the state attorney general’s office moved toward the stage.
The chairman of the board extended his hand.
“Mr. Whitaker, surrender your executive credentials.”
Only days earlier, Marcus had ripped Claire’s badge away in front of the ICU staff.
Now his fingers could barely remove his own identification card.
“This hospital requires my leadership.”
“Your access has been suspended effective immediately.”
Marcus’s phone vibrated repeatedly.
Email account disabled.
Building credentials revoked.
Administrative privileges terminated.
Eleanor rose from her chair.
“My son built this hospital.”
Claire looked at her steadily.
“Your son built a deception inside a hospital my father built to care for sick people.”
Marcus reached toward the microphone.
“She is mentally unstable. I have filed for custody of our daughter.”
Jonathan opened another folder.
“The custody petition relies on debt created through identity theft. We also possess an audio recording in which Ms. Collins threatens to fabricate evidence involving missing ICU medication.”
Sabrina went pale.
“That was not part of our arrangement.”
“There was never an arrangement,” Claire replied.
At that moment, Marcus understood that he had lost everything.
Not only the expansion.
