Chapter 205: Another Plan Within a Plan
"Congratulations on the success of your plan," Ben said as he gently pushed the gurney through the dimly lit corridor, his palms sweating despite the chill in the hospital air as he moved the thing away from the ICU.
He paused at the doorway to the small private room before nudging it open with his shoulder and explaining, "Everything went exactly as you predicted. And now when the police come to take him, there will be someone else in his place."
"Thank you, Ben," came the calm, almost amused reply from the woman standing by the window, her face obscured by the shadows cast by the heavy blinds. "It would not have been possible without you. I will make sure to remember this."
Ben shook his head at the compliment even as he tried to eagerly see the face of his benefactor to judge who she was. But it seemed impossible given the darkness so he cleared his throat, and mumbled as he looked at the man on the gurney, "Of course... I don’t deserve this thanks. After all, if it hadn’t been for you... I never would’ve gotten out of that mess with Spencer. You gave me a way out—more than that. You gave me a chance to keep my conscience clear, something I never thought I’d have. If you had not called me with your plan, I would have been forced to become a murderer by that Spencer Collins. You gave me the money to move my mother from under Spencer’s thumb while not having to kill... I’ll forever be grateful to you."
"I’ll take my leave now," Ben said, taking a step back toward the door. He hesitated only briefly, as if waiting for her to stop him but when she didn’t he said softly," Goodbye." And walked out of the room, breathing a sigh of relief.
How had things changed so much? He’d been a simple employee who didn’t like Madam Collins and had thrown the woman out. From that he had been promoted to become the assistant for Melanie Collins.
But then Spencer came.
At first, it was just one small favor. A question here, a request there. And then, a sum of money offered discreetly in exchange for harmless updates. Harmless—at least, that’s what he had convinced himself. What harm could there possibly be in sharing little things? A schedule. A meeting. A disagreement. It wasn’t like he was sabotaging anything.
Except... it hadn’t stopped there.