Chapter 2 — The Calm Man
Later that day, I walked into the hospital administration office.
A middle-aged man looked up from paperwork.
Richard Webber.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Can I help you?"
I set a folder on his desk.
"Alexander Hayes."
He opened the folder.
Inside were the documents I had spent the morning preparing.
Company reports.
Financials.
Investment proposals.
His eyes widened slightly.
"You own… all of this?"
"Construction. Energy. Mining. Tires," I said casually.
He flipped through the pages.
"You're offering to invest in the hospital."
"Grey Sloan saves lives," I said.
He studied me carefully.
"And why exactly does a billionaire want to invest in a hospital?"
I smiled slightly.
"Let's just say I've seen enough battlefields to know how valuable good surgeons are."
He leaned back in his chair.
"You're a military man."
"Marine Special Operations."
Richard nodded slowly.
"I think you and Owen Hunt are going to get along."