“You rotten piece of trash,” Reeves roared, slamming his fist on the desk. “How dare you ignore us and make such an outrageous demand? I'll have you skinned alive.”
Before Reeves could make a move at Barry, Kane Nightingale stood up and raised a hand, stopping him immediately.
He gazed at Barry with growing interest. “Don't push it, Reeves. Barry, you've piqued my interest. Do you really think you can buy this hospital which is owned by the government?”
Barry looked straight into his eyes. “I will. Once I acquire it, the surgery won't happen.”
Kane threw his head back and laughed as loud as he can. “This is just remarkable. You? Buy Central hospital? You're the same broke bastard who couldn't pay rent without the assistance of a dead woman.”
Barry gritted his teeth. “Don't make mockery of Madam Evelyn.”
Kane's smile widened into a smirk. “This is really entertaining to say the least. I'll humour you, Barry. Here's a deal. If you acquire this hospital this very night and prevent the surgery, I'll let your sister go.”
Barry's gaze didn't waver for a bit. He locked eyes with Kane. “And if I fail to buy the hospital?”
Kane stepped closer, folding his hands behind his back, a jeering expression written all over his face. “If you fail, I'll proceed with the surgery and take your sister's heart. Afterward, you'll become my slave for the rest of your miserable life.”
Reeves grinned. He loved where this was going. “What do you say, Barry? Want my advice, kneel and plead for our mercy, then we might just let you go.”
Barry ignored Reeves and took a step forward, glaring down at Kane. “You've got yourself a deal. You had better keep to your words. Once I buy this hospital, Snow leaves with me.”
For a second, Kane felt a wave of Barry's confidence overpowering him. He didn't like the way Barry gazed down at him.
“I'm a man of my words,” Kane replied stiffly. “Although I doubt you will succeed.”
A small smile appeared on Barry's face. “We shall see.”
There was something about Barry's confidence that made Kane felt like he had made a terrible mistake.
“I need to make a call,” Barry announced, exiting the office.
No one stopped nor questioned him. They were all curious to know how Barry could do.
* * * *
The central hospital had a phone booth in the hospital lobby, where calls were made for free.
Barry locked himself inside as he retrieved Veronica Phoenix's number from his pocket.
He dialed her number and held the receiver to his ears, his heart pounding.
The phone rang only once before she answered. This was her personal line. Only five people could call her with it.


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