A sharp chi echoed from the nightstand.
Alexander picked up his phone and opened the encrypted TMC application.
OBJECTIVE UPDATE: TARGET - SINCLAIR FAMILY
Status: Accepted.
"A top-tier legal team has been assigned to your case. Direct all communication and hostile docuntation to your designated counsel. Stand by for further updates."
Alexander’s lips curled into a cold satisfied smile as he scrolled down to his balance screen.
A notification badge flashed confirming a massive wire transfer.
The $250,000 bounty had been paid fully in advance.
Combined with his previous earnings his account balance surged almost the half-million mark sitting comfortably at just over $400,000.
For a broke college student who had been running on empty just a few days ago the numbers on the screen felt completely surreal.
The heavy door to the VIP suite slowly creaked open and Zoe slipped back inside.
Her cheeks were still faintly pink but the absolute terror from earlier had been replaced by a look of sheer unadulterated confusion.
"They... they actually left" muttered Zoe holding a fresh tray of dical supplies as she stared at the empty space where the high-powered lawyers had just been standing.
"Yeah.
The conversation didn’t exactly go standard" said Alexander tossing his phone back onto the mattress.
"No I an... young master it was absolute chaos out there" whispered Zoe her eyes wide as she stepped closer to the bed "I was hiding near the main reception desk down the hall and Mr. Sinclair was absolutely losing his mind.
He was screaming at the head administrator so loudly that the entire floor could hear him."
"What was he yelling about?" asked Alexander leaning back with an amused expression.
"He was shouting that he was canceling his insurance authorization for your room imdiately" Zoe explained her voice mimicking the tycoon’s frantic rage "He kept yelling ’Cancel the insurance! This ungrateful piece of trash doesn’t have a single cent to his na! If you don’t throw him out onto the street by tomorrow morning I will personally sue this entire hospital for everything you’re worth!’"
Alexander let out a dry low chuckle "And what did the directors say?"
"That was the weirdest part" said Zoe shaking her head in disbelief "Usually the board of directors bends over backward for the Sinclair family.
If Arthur Sinclair tells them to jump they ask how high.
But today?
They didn’t care at all.
The Chief of dicine just stood there completely calm looking Mr. Sinclair dead in the eye and told him that hospital policy strictly prohibited discharging a blast-impact patient before a twenty-four-hour observation window.
He started talking about the hospital’s ’reputation’ and how throwing a hero out onto the pavent would be ’utterly inhumane.’"
"Trash excuses" muttered Alexander his smile widening.
"Exactly!" agreed Zoe dropping her voice to a faint whisper "It was completely obvious they were just using those corporate excuses to hide the fact that your dical bill had already been fully settled by soone else.
They didn’t need Sinclair’s money anymore.
Mr. Sinclair looked like he was going to explode.
His face went entirely purple because he knew exactly what it ant—soone with just as much power had blocked him.
It looked like it was the first ti in a very long ti that anyone had ever told that man ’no’ and he left the building looking completely miserable and furious."
Zoe set the tray of dical supplies down on the nightstand her eyes locked onto Alexander with a mixture of profound awe and intense curiosity.
She stepped closer her voice dropping into a breathless reverent whisper "Tell young master... who exactly are you?" asked Zoe leaning over the bedrail "Are you part of the Kingsley family? Or maybe the Ashfords? Or oh! I know I know—"
"Stop right there.
You wouldn’t guess it" said Alexander lifting his hand smoothly to cut her off.
Zoe went completely quiet nodding quickly as her cheeks flushed "I understand young master" whispered Zoe stepping back a fraction.
Alexander adjusted his position against the pillows a slow confident smirk spreading across his lips as he looked down at her delicate pretty face "Weren’t you doing sothing for before we were so rudely interrupted?" asked Alexander.
"Right away young master" replied Zoe imdiately a spark of eager submission lighting up her eyes as she dropped back down to her knees beside the mattress.
She reached out to grasp his fully erect manhood but before her lips could touch his skin Alexander placed a firm hand on her shoulder "Lock the door first" said Alexander while gesturing toward the entrance "We don’t want any more interruptions do we?"
Zoe scrambled to her feet and glided toward the heavy double doors.
With a distinct echoing click she turned the deadbolt.
She turned around slowly leaning her back against the dark wood of the door.
The initial nervousness she’d felt around the high-powered lawyers was completely gone replaced by a deep intoxicating desire to please the mysterious young master resting before her "Dance for " ordered Alexander his voice a low gravelly rumble that sent a delicious shiver straight down her spine.
"Whatever the young master commands" whispered Zoe.
She took a slow deep breath and began to move.
There was no music playing in the sterile VIP room but she didn’t need it.
Keeping her intense wide blue eyes locked completely onto his she swayed her hips to an imaginary slow rhythm her movents surprisingly fluid and hypnotic.
She reached up with both hands her delicate fingers slowly sliding behind her neck to unclip her white nursing badge letting it drop to the linoleum floor with a sharp clatter.
Her gaze never wavered as her hands moved down to the top buttons of her clinical scrub top.
One by one she popped them open with agonizing slowness parting the crisp fabric to reveal a smooth pale expanse of skin.
With a seductive shrug of her shoulders she let the scrub top slide down her slender arms pooling at her feet.
Beneath it she wore nothing only a sheer lace bralette.
As Alexander had noted before she was undeniably flat-chested—practically flat—but the delicate contour of her collarbones and the pale unbroken perfection of her skin made the sight incredibly captivating.
Zoe took a step forward her movents becoming bolder as she ran her hands down the sides of her waist slowly pulling the drawstrings of her matching scrub pants.
The fabric dropped instantly leaving her standing in the center of the room in just her sheer undergarnts and white thigh-high stockings.
She arched her back slightly pivoting her hips in a slow teasing circle that put her slender lithe fra on full display under the soft twilight of the room.
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