42 Madman


    342 Madman!


    David Hamm stepped out of the private elevator onto his office floor precisely at seven in the morning, his stride brisk, his expressionposed.


    However, thatposurested exactly three seconds.


    His assistant, Be, stood rigid near the reception desk, shoulders stiff, face pale,


    door as if it might bite him. eyes darting toward the closed office


    David slowed. Then frowned.


    “Why do you look like you’ve just been informed the hospital is on fire?” David asked calmly, adjusting his cufflinks as he walked past.


    The assistant swallowed. “Sir… I’m worried because Mr. Knight is already waiting


    inside.”


    David stopped mid–step.


    “…Already?”


    “Yes, sir.”


    David nced at his watch. Seven sharp. “He arrived before me?”


    The assistant nodded miserably.


    ‘That man has no respect for human circadian rhythms. I guess he didn’t sleep all night!‘ David thought as he waved his hand dismissively.


    “All right. Go make yourself useful somewhere else.”


    The assistant didn’t wait for further permission. He disappeared down the corridor as if <i>a </i>ghost chased him.


    David squared his shoulders and pushed open his office door.


    Axel Knight was seatedfortably on the single sofa by the window. His ck jacket suit was draped neatly beside him. His posture was rxed. His attention was on his phone, thumb scrollingzily as if this were his personal lounge rather than David’s office.


    For a moment, David wondered if he should start charging rent.


    “Good morning, Axel,” David greeted, closing the door behind him. “You’re early. And by early, I mean criminally so.”


    Axel lifted his head calmly. “Morning”


    David walked to his desk, set his briefcase down, and turned to face him.


    “Why are you here at this hour? Did something happen to Evelyn?”


    Axel’s gaze sharpened slightly, though his tone remained steady. “She’s fine.”


    David rxed immediately,


    “Good. You almost gave me a heart attack before breakfast.”


    Axel slips his phone into his pocket. “But I need to ask you something.”


    Instead, ask what he needs; David gestured toward the coffee machine and offered, “Do you want coffee?”


    “No,” Axel replied without hesitation. “I’ve already had two cups since dawn.”


    “Of course you have.” David poured himself a cup anyway and leaned against the desk. “So, what is it?”


    Axel looked him straight in the eye. “I want a medical room built in my house. Immediately.”


    David gasped in surprise.


    “…You want what?” He asked finally.


    “A fully equipped medical room. Hospital–grade.” Axel said calmly, ignoring David’s shocked expression. “I want Evelyn treated at home starting tomorrow.”


    The room fell silent.


    David took a slow sip of his coffee, as if hoping caffeine might make that sentence sound less insane.


    However, it didn’t. He slowly returned to his seat opposite Axel and settled in.


    “You do realize,” David said carefully, “that your VIP room already resembles a five–star medical resort? We have already closed the entire floor…”


    Axel’s expression didn’t change. “It’s not enough.”


    David sighed and rubbed his temple. “Axel, she just had major surgery. Broken ribs, fractures, internal trauma. Home treatment isn’t a simple IV drip and a pat on the head.”


    “I know.”


    ang Maman


    Then why


    Because I want her where I can see her,” Axel said quietly. “Where she can rest


    without strangers walking in and out. Where Oliver can see her without feeling afraid.


    David studied him for a moment, then set his coffee down.


    “You’re not asking,” David said. “You’re ordering”


    Axel nodded once. “Yes.”


    “I figured.” David chuckled softly. He stood from his seat and headed to his workputer, already typing.


    “All right. I’ll try…” He said, ncing briefly at Axel. “I can’t promise everything will be done by tomorrow. It will involve intricate work and coordination. We need to arrange machines, assign staff, and coordinate with multiple departments.”


    “Do your best, man. That’s why I put you in as the CEO of this ce because you are smart,” Axel said firmly.


    David returned his attention to hisputer while chuckling. “So, Axel, you want doctors and nurses stationed there, too…I assume.”


    “Twenty–four hours,” Axel confirmed, ncing at his friend, “Until she’s fully stable.”


    David shook his head with a grin.


    “You know, most husbands bring flowers. But you… You build a mini hospital in your house, just for her.”


    Axel’s lips curved faintly. “I have to do that…”


    “Of course… You are Axel Knight, after all.”


    A few minutester…


    A soft knock sounded at the door, distracting David. He nced at the door, “Come in!”


    Be, David’s assistant, peeked inside cautiously. “Sir?”


    “Yes, Be?”


    Be hesitated, then nced at Axel before lowering his voice. “The cardiology department wants to know why their new machines are suddenly being gged for transfer approval.”


    David didn’t even blink. “Because they are.”


    “Sir?” Be asked.


    17:09


    David smiled pleasantly.


    Prepare a list of all portable ICU–grade equipment we can spare. Also, notify the private care division to assemble an elite team. It must consist of several of their people who are highly rmended in each of their fields. They’ll be stationed at Mr. Knight’s residence.”


    Be’s eyes widened as he stared at his boss, then at Axel. “At… Mr. Knight’s house?”


    Axel nodded politely at him.


    Be looked like he might faint.


    “Yes,” David continued casually. “And tell facilities we’re converting one wing of a mansion into a mini–hospital. And it must be done overnight.”


    Be swallowed. “Understood, sir.”


    He turned to leave, then paused. “May I ask… is this urgent?”


    David nced at Axel, who met his gaze evenly.


    “Extremely,” David answered.


    Once Be disappeared, David leaned back against the desk again. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “this is why people think you’re terrifying.”


    Axel shrugged. “I’m polite.”


    “You just ordered a hospital to move into your house.”


    “And you agreed.”


    Davidughed. “Because you’re impossible to refuse, man. You own this ce…”


    Axel’s expression softened slightly. “Thank you, Dave.”


    David waved him off. “Just make sure Evelyn recovers properly. Don’t tire her when she is at home. That’s all I care about.”


    “Man, you don’t have to remind me of that. I know how to please my woman,” Axel said yfully, then stood from his seat, prepared to return to meet his wife.


    “Axel?”


    “Yes?”


    David smiled knowingly. “Next time you show up before sunrise, at least bring donuts.” Axel chuckled, then replied evenly, “You sound like my son. Since when have you liked


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    donuts?”


    The door closed behind him, leaving David alone in his office, shaking his head with a fond smile.


    “Madman,” he muttered. “But a devoted one.”


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    <strong>Olivia Harris</strong> is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.