Chapter 3 - The Midnight Raid
Within seven minutes of Blake's signal, the sky above Boston General echoed with the heavy, beating thrum of helicopter blades.
A massive black medical transport chopper belonging to Montgomery Global Health—Blake's private medical logistics division—landed directly on the hospital's rooftop helipad, shaking the glass windows of the building.
The double doors of Trauma Bay One burst open.
Four private medical specialists in dark blue tactical scrubs marched into the room, led by Dr. Evelyn Reed—one of the top trauma surgeons in the country, whom Blake personally kept on a million-dollar annual retainer.
"Blake," Dr. Reed said crisply, setting a titanium transport kit on the counter. "We brought two units of O-negative, a mobile bypass pump, and a full surgical transport unit."
Arthur Sterling’s face turned bright red. "What is the meaning of this?! You can't transfer a patient without my signature!"
"I don't need your signature, Arthur," Blake said, walking up to the administrator until they were inches apart. "I just bought sixty-one percent of the voting shares in Boston General's parent healthcare trust ten minutes ago using my private equity reserves. You work for me now. And you're fired."
Sterling gasped, his jaw dropping in absolute shock.
"Dr. Reed," Blake ordered, turning his back on Sterling. "Move Clara to the rooftop. Transport her directly to Saint Jude's Private Surgical Center. Perform whatever procedure is necessary to save her life."
"On it," Dr. Reed said, her team efficiently hooking Clara up to mobile life-support equipment and wheeling the stretcher toward the private express elevator.
Blake held Lily tightly in his arms as they followed the medical team up to the roof. The cold November rain blew across the helipad, but Blake wrapped his heavy wool overcoat around his daughter, keeping her warm against his chest.
As the helicopter doors closed with Clara inside, Blake turned to his personal assistant, Marcus, who had just arrived on the roof holding an encrypted tablet.
"Marcus," Blake said, his voice like cold iron.
"Yes, Mr. Montgomery?"
"Where is my father right now?"
"He is currently at the Harbor Club downtown, hostinig a private dinner for the board members and foreign investors ahead of tomorrow's merger meeting."
Blake looked down at Lily, who was fast asleep in his arms, exhausted from fear and tears. He handed her gently to Marcus's head of security, a trusted former Secret Service agent named Sarah.
"Take Lily to my penthouse," Blake instructed Sarah. "Put four guards on the door. If my father's people come within fifty feet of her, shoot them."
Sarah nodded sternly. "Understood, sir."
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Blake adjusted the cuffs of his bloody white shirt, his eyes cold and lethal under the helipad lights.
"Marcus," Blake said as he stepped into his waiting black sedan. "Drive me to the Harbor Club. It's time to interrupt my father's dinner."
