“Wait what?” William was confused. “A man got out with agun?”
Cory nodded. “Yes sir.”
William looked at Max. But Max had no idea a gun was involved either. Joynetta Johnson wasn’t somebody on his radar, nor was she anybody he would have ordered a security detail to follow. He didn’t know any more about that accident than William knew.
“Go on,” William said to Cory.
“The guy with the gun started running toward the Porsche, that’s the car Joy was driving.”
Sloane wanted to blurt outhow dare that bitch drive his Porsche when she could have easily driven the Jetta, but by the way William seemed so protective of that girl she was afraid he’d fire her on the spot if she spoke up. She didn’t say a word.
“By the time I was able to make a U-turn and head back to where she was, I saw him stop and aim his gun at Joy. He was going to start shooting at her. But she was inside that car. She’d be like a sitting duck. That’s when I knew I had to act.”
“What did you do?” Maximus asked him.
“The only thing I could think to do. I hit the gas and ran into him. He flew in the air and landed in the middle of the street.Then another car ran over him and killed him.”
“Good!” said Max.
“That’s what I said,” said Cory.
“Great job, young man,” William said as he reached over and shook Cory’s hand. “Thank you.”
Cory’s heart soared. “You’re welcome sir. When you asked me to take her to your house, I felt responsible for her.”
“As do I,” William admitted. And although Sloane and Bobby looked at him, he wasn’t ashamed to admit it either.
He looked at Maximus. Max had already pulled out his phone to find out who the gunman was. “I’m on it,” he said to his boss as he left the room.
“How long has she been in testing?” William asked.
“Since we got here a little over an hour now,” said Cory.
“Bob, go to the front desk and tell them I want to see whoever’s the head of this hospital. And I want to see him now.”
“Yes sir,” Bobby said and left the room.
“I could have handled that for you, sir,” said Sloane.
“They aren’t going to listen to my private secretary,” William replied. “They will listen to my chief-of-staff.”
Sloane was inwardly seething. He always put Bobby on a pedestal if you asked her. But she’d get hers soon enough.
But William was restless. He hopped up from his seat and began to pace around that room again. Cory tried not to give him eye contact. He’d seen him come and go out of Skeffington’s for five long years. He never once saw him this upset.
He remembered when he first met Joy nearly a month-and-a-half ago, and Joy told him she was there to see William, he was certain it couldn’t be that William as in William Skeffington.
But that was exactly who she meant. And now he realized just how close they really were. The way he came back from his trip to check on her. The way he let her drive any one of his expensive cars she wanted to drive. The way he gave Cory himself a position in the junior executive program because he’d been nice to her. You never judge a book by its cover. He’d heard it all his life. Now he believed it.
When William leaned against the wall with the sole of one of his shoes pressed against it, he looked over at Cory. “Thanks again for your bravery, Cory. You more than likely saved her life.”
Cory grinned. “I don’t even know how I did it. I just knew if I didn’t do something he was going to fire that weapon into that car and Joy had nowhere to go. I had to do something.”
“Thank you,” William said again.
“You’re welcome, sir.”
“If anybody make you feel in any way unwelcomed in that junior executive program, or as if anybody treats you as if you’re another, you come straight to me, you understand?”
