Chapter 2 - THE PERFECT DOCTOR
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Vincent gave his speech exactly nine minutes later.
Nobody in the ballroom could have guessed that he wanted to drag the guest of honor into a locked office and demand the truth.
Instead, Vincent stood beneath two crystal chandeliers and spoke about children’s medicine, research grants, compassion, and the responsibility of people with money to use some of it for something other than acquiring more money.
He did not look at Julian once.
He looked at Elise.
She stood near the side entrance holding a tablet against her chest.
To everyone else, she was simply Vincent Calder’s efficient secretary.
Vincent now understood what efficiency had cost her.
Every time Julian shifted in his chair, Elise’s eyes moved automatically.
Every time he lifted his phone, she checked hers.
When Julian laughed, she watched his face before allowing herself to relax.
Vincent knew surveillance when he saw it.
Elise had been living beneath it.
The applause ended.
The master of ceremonies crossed the stage.
“And now, the Calder Humanitarian Medal—”
Vincent walked off before Julian’s name was announced.
Daniel followed him into the service corridor.
“Talk.”
Daniel had worked for Vincent long enough to know when questions could wait.
Vincent loosened his tie.
“I need everything on Julian Cross.”
Daniel’s expression changed.
“What kind of everything?”
“The kind you can obtain legally.”
Daniel raised one eyebrow.
“Interesting clarification.”
“I mean it.”
“That bad?”
Vincent stared at him.
Daniel’s amusement vanished.
“What happened?”
Vincent hesitated.
Elise’s injuries were not his story to tell.
“He may be dangerous to someone in this building.”
“Specific?”
“Not yet.”
Daniel nodded.
“Public records. Financials. Court filings. Hospital complaints if they’re accessible.”
“And security footage.”
“Of?”
“Calder House. Every entrance Julian used in the last six months.”
Daniel frowned.
“That’s a lot.”
“I’m aware.”
Daniel studied him.
“You think he hurt Elise.”
Vincent said nothing.
Daniel’s face hardened.
“I’ll start tonight.”
Vincent caught his arm.
“No one approaches Cross.”
Daniel looked at the hand, then Vincent.
“That instruction for me or you?”
“Both.”
Back inside the ballroom, Julian was accepting a medal for compassion.
The irony tasted metallic.
Vincent returned just in time to hear Julian thank his colleagues, his late father, several donors and, finally, “the woman who has made me a better man.”
A spotlight found Elise.
People applauded.
Julian extended his hand toward her.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
Vincent watched every muscle in Elise’s body resist.
Then she walked forward.
Julian kissed her cheek.
The crowd loved it.
Photographers exploded in white flashes.
Julian leaned near her ear.
Vincent could not hear the words.
But Elise’s smile vanished for half a second.
Then returned.
That was when Vincent made a decision.
He walked onto the stage.
Julian blinked.
Vincent took the microphone.
“One additional announcement.”
The room settled.
“Elise Harper has spent the past two years making every charitable event this foundation runs possible.”
Elise stared at him.
Vincent continued.
“She has also worked fourteen-hour days whenever the rest of us failed to plan properly.”
Scattered laughter.
“So I’m correcting that mistake. Effective Monday, Elise will be taking two weeks of paid leave.”
Her face changed instantly.
Panic.
Julian’s did too.
Vincent ignored both.
“She has earned it.”
Applause.
Julian could hardly object without looking unreasonable.
It was a trap disguised as generosity.
Elise knew it.
The second they left the stage, she cornered Vincent behind a floral wall.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you space.”
“You don’t get to decide that.”
“You told me you weren’t safe.”
“And you promised you wouldn’t decide what happens next.”
His jaw tightened.
She was right.
Again.
Vincent lowered his voice.
“You can come to work Monday if that’s what you choose. I’ll reverse it.”
Some tension left her shoulders.
“But,” he continued, “I want you to know you don’t have to come here just because you’re afraid of being somewhere else.”
Elise looked away.
On the opposite side of the ballroom, Julian was watching them.
His smile had returned.
Vincent disliked that more than anger.
At 10:14, Elise disappeared.
Vincent noticed within two minutes.
At 10:17, Julian disappeared too.
He was moving before Daniel reached him.
The elevators showed no recent descent.
Parking garage unchanged.
Vincent checked the east corridor.
Empty.
Then he heard something behind the service stairwell door.
Not a scream.
A muffled voice.
A man speaking too quietly.
Vincent opened the door.
Julian had Elise backed against the wall between the forty-first and forty-second floors.
He was not hitting her.
That almost made the scene worse.
One hand was beside her head.
The other was wrapped around her wrist.
“You embarrassed me,” Julian was saying.
Elise saw Vincent first.
Her face drained.
Julian followed her gaze.
Then released her immediately.
“Private conversation.”
Vincent stepped inside.
“Looked public from the doorway.”
Julian straightened his jacket.
“This doesn’t concern you.”
Elise moved away from the wall.
Vincent did not approach her.
He remembered the fear upstairs.
“Elise?”
She rubbed her wrist.
Vincent waited.
Julian laughed softly.
“Seriously?”
Vincent kept looking at Elise.
“Do you want me to stay?”
Julian stopped laughing.
Elise swallowed.
“Yes.”
One word.
Small.
But it changed the balance of the room.
Julian’s face became very still.
“Elise.”
She flinched.
Vincent stepped between them.
Not threatening.
Simply present.
“You heard her.”
Julian’s eyes cooled.
“You’ve developed a strange interest in my fiancée.”
“She’s my employee.”
“She’s mine.”
Vincent stared at him.
Julian realized the mistake immediately.
“I mean she’s my family.”
“No,” Elise whispered.
Both men looked at her.
She was staring at Julian.
“I’m not.”
The silence was absolute.
Julian smiled slowly.
“Don’t be dramatic.”
Elise pulled the diamond ring from her finger.
Her hands were shaking so badly she nearly dropped it.
Julian’s expression transformed.
“Elise.”
She held it toward him.
“We’re done.”
He did not take it.
“You’re upset.”
“We’re done.”
“You’ve had champagne.”
“I haven’t had a drink all night.”
“Elise.”
“Take the ring.”
Julian stared at it.
Then at Vincent.
And suddenly smiled.
“Oh.”
Elise frowned.
Julian nodded as though a mystery had been solved.
“That’s what this is.”
“What?”
“You.”
He looked at Vincent.
Then back at her.
“You think he wants you?”
Vincent’s face went cold.
Elise whispered, “Stop.”
“You think a man like Calder sees a secretary with family debt and bruises and suddenly decides you’re special?”
Vincent took one step.
Elise put out her hand.
He stopped.
Her eyes never left Julian.
“You don’t get to humiliate me anymore.”
Julian laughed.
“I built your life.”
“No. You invaded it.”
“I paid your brother’s bills.”
“I’ll repay every cent.”
“You think this ends because you hand me a ring?”
“Yes.”
His voice dropped.
“You have no idea what you’re doing.”
Vincent saw Elise’s fear return.
But this time something stood beside it.
Anger.
She placed the ring on the concrete stair.
Then stepped on it.
The diamond cracked loose from its setting and skittered down one step.
Julian stared.
Elise looked him directly in the eyes.
“I know exactly what I’m doing.”
She walked past Vincent.
He followed.
Behind them Julian called, “Owen still has an appointment Monday.”
Elise froze.
Vincent turned.
Julian leaned against the railing.
Smile restored.
“Cardiology, right?”
Vincent felt every violent instinct from his old life wake at once.
He forced them back down.
Elise turned slowly.
“If you go near my brother—”
“What?” Julian asked pleasantly. “You’ll call the police?”
He laughed.
“No, Elise.”
His eyes shifted to Vincent.
“You’ll call him.”
May you like
Julian’s smile widened.
“And then we’ll find out which one of us is really dangerous.”
