Chapter 64: What cafe?
Some days later, Patricia was preparing to meet the investor. Roman had been discharged the day after he woke up, but they had barely seen each other since then. Although she wanted to know how he was faring, she told herself she wouldn’t be the one to talk to him first, not after he humiliated her like that. After everything she did, he didn’t even say thank you.
She didn’t need his gratitude; she was just angry that he treated her like crap after waking up. The nice side of him had completely disappeared, replaced by the jerk she thought she had left behind. She didn’t care, once she got her divorce papers, he could do whatever he wanted, for all she cared.
’Miss Patricia, my boss will meet you at the café in thirty minutes. There has been a delay in his schedule,’ the voice said over the phone, leaving her disappointed and unsure of what to say. She had almost reached the café they were supposed to meet at, and they were just telling her this?
’I would have appreciated it if you told me earlier, but it’s fine,’ she replied, clearly annoyed but careful not to sound too upset. She couldn’t afford to lose the investor.
’We are so sorry for the inconvenience. Thanks for understanding,’ the voice on the other end apologized, easing Patricia’s mood slightly. At least they knew how to say sorry, it would have been irritating to deal with arrogant people on top of everything else.
Tapping her phone screen, she checked the time and saw she had only an hour left before she needed to check back into the hospital. Dr. Miss had only given her two hours, even though she begged for more. Patricia had agreed confidently, thinking she would be done by now. But with the investor coming in thirty minutes late, she knew she wouldn’t make it in time.
Still, knowing Dr. Miss, she likely wouldn’t check into the hospital until after 12 p.m., so Patricia figured she could still risk it.
She drove to the café, parked in the lot, and went inside to wait. She noticed the café was close to the hospital, which she found suspicious. But since she didn’t even know who the investor was, it could have just been a coincidence. Overthinking it wouldn’t help.
Twenty minutes into sitting, she ordered a hot coffee, occasionally glancing out the window, looking for an investor she didn’t even recognize. The first meeting had been with his manager, and she had somehow convinced him to let her meet the boss.
Meanwhile, just across the street, Kay sat watching her, dialing a number as he kept his eyes on Patricia, who was completely unaware of his presence.