Chapter 10 - Walls
Sunday, November 22nd
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Dana was getting tired of running into walls. The staff at Saint Vincent ran a tight ship, even on a Sunday. No one would talk to her without a warrant because of the HIPAA laws, even after she explained the urgency of her inquires. She was cooling her heels in the outer room of the CEO’s office suite. The big man was, of course, not in, but Zachery, one of his lowly assistants, had agreed to see her after a file room clerk with a superiority complex called security and asked for her removal.
The man sat across from her, behind a reception desk, frowning into the phone receiver. He kept covering it with his hand when he spoke, muffling the only end of the conversation she could even half way hear. She was growing impatient, but
