Chapter 11: The Angel in a Suit
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The darkness dissolved into a sterile white ceiling. I blinked, disoriented by the warmth and the soft hum of machinery. I wasn't on the wet pavement anymore. I was in a private room, tucking into crisp linens.
Panic surged. I tried to sit up, but a gentle hand pushed me back. "Easy, Mrs. Miller."
"I can't be here," I rasped, my throat dry. "I have no insurance. A medical malpractice claim wouldn't even cover this room. I can't pay."
"The admission has been covered," a deep voice said from the corner.
I turned. Sitting in a leather winged chair was a man who looked like he cost more than the hospital wing. Silver-fox hair, a suit so sharp it could cut glass. Marcus Vance. The city's fiercest shark.
"You're the pro bono lawyer from the news," I whispered, confused.
He stood up, walking into the light. He didn't look at me with pity; he looked at me with calculation. "I'm a high profile attorney, Sarah. I don't usually do pro bono. I do expensive vengeance."
"Why are you here?"
"I saw the footage of him splashing you. And I know about the pawn shop. Preston Sterling thinks people like you are insects." Vance’s eyes darkened, a flash of cold fury behind the professionalism. "He broke you for sport. I want to break him for principle."
He leaned over the bed railing. "I don't want your money, Sarah. I want his blood."
End of Chapter 11
