Chapter 11
Savannah woke up to the sterile scent of antiseptic.
Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains and fell across the sheets. Savannah stared blankly at the ceiling, unsure if this was reality or a dream. Then a low male voice brought her back to the present.
“You’re awake?”
She turned her head sharply and met a pair of steady, composed eyes.
The man held a medical chart in his hand. Seeing her mwake, he casually closed it and spoke in a calm tone, “You lost consciousness due to internal bleeding on the plane. I performed emergency treatment. How are you feeling now?”
Savannah instinctively touched her abdomen. The pain had dulled, but an ache still lingered beneath her skin. She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse
“Thank you.”
He gave a slight nod and handed her a glass of warm water.
“I’m Dr. Julian Hart. This is my private recovery clinic. You’re safe here.”
The glass was worn. Her fingers absently traced the rim. After a moment’s silence, she whispered, “Lin. My name is Lin.”
Savannah stayed at the clinic.
Julian came by each day to chock on her, but aside from necessary medical questions, he never pried into her past.
Until one day, during a dressing change, a nurse accidentally knocked over a tray. The loud clang of metal hitting tile made Savannah flinch violently. She curled into herself on reflex, her body instinctively protecting her ribs.
Julian’s hand paused in midair.
He looked at the way she clutched her side and noted the lingering bruises on her wrists. Then he spoke, quiet but firm “These injuries weren’t caused by an accident.”
Savannah freze.
Julian didn’t push. He gently adjusted her gown and said, “If you don’t want to tell, that’s okay. But if you ever need it, I can connect you with a lawyer, or the police.”
She gripped the blanket tighter and shook her head.
Julian said nothing more. He turned to leave–but just as he reached the door, Savannah called out, “Thank you”
He looked back. She gave him the faintest of smiles.
“But really. It’s okay,”
Days at the clinic passed with an almost surreal calm. Her body slowly healed, and sometimes she’d sit out in the garden under the sun.
One afternoon, while walking past a meeting room, she overheard Julian in a heated discussion.
“They’re holding firm on this number. There’s no way we can agree to that—”
“But the market data clearly shows their valuation is inflated by at least thirty percent.”
Savannah stopped in her tracks.
Something pulled at her. She pushed open the door. Every head in the room turned toward her. Julian frowned
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She stepped Inside, hesitant, then pointed at the financial report on the screen. After a beat, she said, “Page three. The projected cash flow is off. They’ve
hid part of their debt. If you account for that, the actual premium should be increased by fifteen percent.”
The room fell dead silent.
Julian stared at her for a moment, then slowly pushed the documents toward her.
“Go on
The next day, Julian slid a contract across the table to her.
“The acquisition’s settled. If you’re interested, I’d like to invite you on as a strategle advisor at my firm.”
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Savannah blinked. Then she laughed.
“Aren’t you worried I might be some kind of corporate spy?”
Julian leaned back against the table, eyes steady.
“I looked into your background–well, I found absolutely nothing. But my gut says I can trust you.”
