I Was Fired and Walking Home—Then Two Helicopters Landed Looking for Me

cup. “I hid you instead.”

Something flickered across his face—surprise, perhaps gratitude. “Thank you. I need to make a call. There’s a number—”

The privacy curtain was suddenly ripped back, the plastic rings screeching against the metal rail. Dr. Alcott stood there, his face a mask of purple rage. Behind him stood two hospital security guards.

“I warned continue reading …