Chapter Five: The Boardroom Knife
The attack failed before dawn.
Anton called it a security breach.
Luka called it betrayal.
Elena called it evidence.
Two of the attackers carried Volkov house passes. One had accessed the kitchen the night Damian was poisoned.
Anton smiled too calmly when he heard.
That was all Elena needed.
By noon, she had more than mafia problems.
Chicago Mercy’s board summoned her.
Damian had not touched her license.
But rumors had.
Private consultations.
Criminal connections.
Unexplained absence.
A donor had complained.
Elena arrived in a fitted navy dress, white coat over one arm, hair pinned back, face unreadable.
Six board members sat across from her.
Men with clean hands discussing dirty systems.
The hospital director cleared his throat.
“Dr. Vale, your recent conduct raises concerns.”
“My recent conduct saved three lives.”
“Your association with Damian Volkov—”
“Is not an association.”
“Were you taken to his property?”
“Yes.”
“Did you provide medical care?”
“Yes.”
“Were you paid?”
“No.”
That was true enough.
The director leaned forward.
“You understand this hospital cannot be linked to organized crime.”
Elena placed a folder on the table.
“Then stop taking donations from shell companies tied to Anton Mikhail.”
Silence.
One board member blinked.
Another reached for his glasses.
Elena opened the folder.
Bank transfers.
Foundation names.
Emergency equipment purchases.
The same equipment the board had approved while refusing to fund the women’s trauma unit.
Her voice stayed calm.
“You want to discipline me for treating a patient under duress while this board has accepted money from the man likely responsible for poisoning him.”
No one spoke.
She slid another page forward.
“And if my license becomes collateral damage in your public relations strategy, this goes to federal investigators and every journalist who still answers my calls.”
The director’s mouth tightened.
“Are you threatening the board?”
“No.”
Elena stood.
“I am documenting risk.”
She left with her privileges intact.
Outside the hospital, Luka waited near a black car.
Elena stopped.
“If Damian sent you—”
“He didn’t.”
“Then why are you here?”
Luka held out a phone.
“Nikolai woke.”
Elena took it.
Nikolai’s voice came through weakly.
“Anton knows about your father.”
Her hand tightened around the phone.
“Meaning?”
“He knows enough to hurt you.”
Elena looked toward the hospital boardroom windows.
Anton had money inside her hospital.
Access inside Damian’s house.
And a knife already pressed to the past.
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