Chapter 16: Hospital
The next day, Noah updated Justin about his schedule as Justin began his work in the study of his presidential suite.
"Mr. Harper, we have a meeting with a few department heads at ten. These are trustworthy individuals who can keep your presence here confidential. At noon, Ms. Natalie Ford will be coming here to meet you. After lunch, you have a video conference meeting with..." Noah continued listing the day’s tasks, concluding with, "In the evening, you can meet with the interior designer we hired for your new home."
Justin hummed in acknowledgment, glancing at his wristwatch, mentally calculating how long it would be until he met Natalie again. By the time it would be a lunch time so this seems to be a good opportunity to have a lunch with his step-sister while they chat.
The morning meeting stretched longer than expected. After it ended, Noah handed Justin a cup of coffee and noticed his boss checking the time. Understanding the unspoken message—Justin didn’t like to be kept waiting—Noah quickly said, "Ms. Natalie should have been here half an hour ago. I’ll check where she is," and pulled out his cellphone.
Justin sipped his coffee, his intense gaze on Noah, who nervously put the phone on speaker mode. The line rang, but no one answered. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Noah dialed Natalie’s contact number again.
This time, the call was answered after a few rings. "What do you want?" came the angry voice of a woman, catching both of them off guard. They hadn’t expected such a tone from someone who had agreed to the meeting.
Noah quickly gathered himself and responded, "Ms. Natalie, you were scheduled to meet Mr. Harper half an hour ago."
Her voice, still angry and louder than before, cut through the air. "Tell me, is your boss my husband, Aiden Handrix? If not, don’t bother me."
The unexpected outburst left Noah momentarily speechless. He looked at Justin who was drinking coffee quietly to know what he wanted to say, but Justin chose silence.
"Ms. Natalie, Mr. Harper is not Aiden Handrix. He just wants to meet you—"
"Tell him to go to hell and never bother me again. If he’s not my husband, I have nothing to do with him."