Chapter 8 Blood

"Good day, sir. Good day, Young master," the workers greeted but got no response.

Patrick Wayne scrutinized the room and every single one of the workers. His eagle eyes seemed to bore into their soul and it looked as if he could see beyond to the surface.

Logan stood beside his father. His sharp and handsome features remained unchanged, making it impossible to decipher his current mood.

Logan's eyes fell on Amy but his facial expression didn't change. They remained black and his eyes were as dark as ever.

Patrick spoke first.

"Who's in charge here?"

The man in charge raised his hands respectfully while Patrick grunted in response.

Patrick stopped in front of a lady's desk and turned the laptop to himself. Despite his age, his brain was still active and sharp. He was quick to spot a mistake and some lapses in a report.

"There are some errors in this report. Is this how this firm is handled?"

He turned and looked at Logan straight in the eyes. Logan knew the hidden meaning. His father was clearly putting the blame on him. He was trying to tell him that he should have been the one to conduct the whole interview process to avoid hiring incompetent workers.

Earlier that morning, there had been a heated argument on that topic before they set off for the days activities.

"I'm sorry sir. I sincerely apologise sir. I was careless," the lady apologize with her face bowed low.

The moment she spoke, Logan's face darkened.

The air in the room froze instantly. The lady, Sandra felt her breathing becoming more and more difficult and she almost froze under Logan's death glare.

"Ahhmmm!" Amy tried to stiffle a scream.

Everyone focused their attention on her.

That was a very wrong time to make any animal noise.

"Gosh. Amy, hold on for a little while please," she said to herself.

Logan, with his delicate features and cold face, looked at her with cold eyes.

The manager came into the situation. His face was red in anger and he yelled at her,

"What's wrong with you, Miss. Can't you see you are distracting? Apologize quickly!"

"I'm sorry," she apologized, fidgeting with her hands and clothing.

Patrick focused his gaze once more on the initial offender.

"Logan, you have to do something about this. "

Logan, not willing to drag the issue nooded his head.

"I will, father," and cast the lady a death glare.

Amy shut her eyes and her grip on her skirt tightened.

Logan's intial dark face gave way to a concerned one. A mixed emotions of fear and care surged through him. He moved with strides and was just in time to save Amy from falling to the floor.

"Amy! Amy! What's the problem?"

Everything was on a standstill for three seconds. Unconcealed shock appeared on everyone's faces.

The young master just held the girl and he was clearly concerned about her. What more, he addressed her by her name. That meant he knew her personally.

"Blood?" Logan said as he saw blood flow slowly down Amy's legs.

"Why are you all staring? Quick. Get the driver!"

Logan scooped Amy into his arms and ran outside. Patrick Wayne and the manager went out after them.

The females in the room stared at each other. They had the same thoughts.

Who was that Amy?

They had all worked in the establishment for years and each hoped dearly that young master Wayne would one day recognize them, or spare them a glance but it never happened and such occasion didn't seem forthcoming.

But this new worker got that on a platter of gold. There was so much concern for her on his face as he carried her away. Majority were green with envy.

Sandra heaved a sigh of relief. Amy had just brought her query and difficult moment to an abrupt end. At least, she could prepare a handy excuse for next time.

"That's if there will be," she muttered.

Logan had given her a look that probably meant she was going to be fired.

Logan yelled at the driver to speed up. They got to the hospital in no time and Amy was immediately attended to. The hospital belonged to the Wayne family, hence, Amy was given special care and attention.

The drip went into her body slowly. She moved in her sleep as if she was having a nightmare. The nurse whom Logan personally got to stay in her room held her shoulders to help her stay calm.

"Don't help me. Help my son. He's in the car," the old man groaned.

Amy hurried to the car and saw a boy about five years older than her. She wanted to scream for help but he held her hands with the little strength left in him.

"No! Don't call for help. It will only put us in more danger. Help me wipe this blood and take my phone. Call the number saved as Frank. Tell him where we are and he will tell you what to do."

Amy did as he was told. She heard the noise for cars and police syrene and then felt a sharp pain on her shoulders. She screamed and darkness descended on her eyes.

She opened her eyes in a room that didn't belong to her. The walls were white as well as a lot of things too. She blinked her eyes to get it accustomed to the light of the day. The doctor, who was at that time, carrying out his routine checks on patients smiled at her.

"You are awake." he said.

She tried standing up but she felt a very sharp pain on her shoulders. Tears were forced out of her eyes and she opened her eyes.

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This time, her eyes were opened to reality. She was still in that white room! What was happening to her?

She remembered being in dire pain and being hugged in a man's comfortable and muscular chest. Yes! She remembered vividly now. She had passed out in the company.

The door opened and a familiar face that sent chills down her spine was seen.