Lillian smiled as she read the email Ethan had sent to her.
He was clearly aimed on milking the hospital dry and sending a message... A very, very expensive message.
She exhaled, leaning back in her chair as she scrolled through the attached draft Athena had forwarded through Ethan.
"...Nationwide panic?" she murmured, eyebrows raised, "Ethan, you dramatic little—"
But the smile wouldn’t leave her face.
For the first time that day, she allowed herself to relax and lean back,
And the hospital? They had walked right into the trap.
Her eyes read over the highlighted phrases:
[Reckless endangerment, public misinformation, false medical claim, psychological distress to consumers, financial, reputational, and safety damages to both OmniMed and OmniTech Corp]
It was brutal and so very excessive... But at the same time it was necessary.
Lillian took a long breath and typed her response back to their legal team, attaching Ethan’s terms.
{Proceed with the case and schedule a meeting. I want everything documented and give them zero leniency.}
Then, almost as an afterthought, she added manually:
And increase the compensation demand. They should feel this.
She hit send.
The reply came within sixty seconds.
[Understood, Ms. Hayes. We’ll move immediately.]
She let her head drop back against the chair with a laugh.
"God, you’re rubbing off on me," she whispered to herself with a smile.
A few minutes after the confirmation from her legal team, her comms beeped and she pressed the answer button.
"Ms. Hayes," her secretary’s voice came through, sounding unusually stiff, "there’s... someone here requesting to see you, a representative from Dawn Hospitals. He says it’s regarding the legal notice OmniTech sent."
Lillian raised an eyebrow.
"That fast?"
"Y-Yes ma’am, he’s... very insistent."
Of course he was.
Their hospital was probably in full–scale meltdown right now.
"Send him up," she said.
"Yes ma’am," the secretary answered
She closed the intercom and exhaled slowly, letting her heartbeat settle.
Then she smiled.
Ethan’s influence was dangerous.
And she loved it.
A knock soon came at the door.
"Enter."
The man who stepped in looked like he had been dragged through a hurricane of panic. His tie was crooked, his briefcase clutched too tightly, and sweat dotted his temple.
"Ms. Hayes," he said quickly, bowing his head, "I deeply apologize for arriving so soon, but my board insisted I handle this immediately. We... we did not expect OmniTech to respond so swiftly."
Lillian gestured for him to sit.
He did so stiffly, swallowing.
She rotated her tablet with Ethan and Athena’s prepared document toward him.
"Mr. Pierce," she said in a professional tone, "your hospital spread a false medical claim about a life-saving device on day one of release. You created widespread confusion, you may have discouraged several patients from seeking medical attention out of fear."
She tapped the screen gently.
"This is OmniTech’s outline of damages. And this," She dragged a finger to the second page, "is the minimum compensation."
Pierce’s face went white.
"We... we’re prepared to cooperate fully," he stammered, "but these numbers—surely some adjustment—"
"No."
The flatness of her tone even surprised her a little.
Pierce blinked rapidly as he read through, "M-Ms. Hayes, the board—"
"The board," she said calmly, "should have thought about this before signing off on a false statement."
She leaned forward slightly.
"And we have all the evidence showing it was knowingly released."
He froze.
"Yet," she continued, "OmniTech is willing to negotiate, if you comply with every condition outlined."
Pierce nodded so fast his glasses nearly slipped.
"Yes—yes, of course. I’ll call them immediately."
"Good."
She stood, offering her hand.
"This meeting will be recorded."
"O-of course."
"And Mr. Pierce?" She added as he shakily stood.
"Y-Yes?"
Lillian flashed the same soft-but-lethal smile Ethan always wore right before destroying someone in silence.
"Next time your hospital thinks about commenting on OmniTech’s research... don’t."
He nodded vigorously, nearly tripping over his own feet on the way out.
When the door finally shut, she fell back into her chair, covering her face with both hands.
Then she burst out laughing.
But here she was...
Intimidating a hospital executive into tripping over his own feet.
She lowered her hands, staring up at the ceiling.
"Ethan Carter, you are a very dangerous man."

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