The ringtone mocks me as whoever is on the other end refuses to answer until the fifth ring. “Mater Hospital,” answers a cheery woman on the other end. “How may I direct your call?”
I tell her everything. Who I am, about my bill, and that I can’t possibly afford a late fee. I don’t understand what has happened but I need her help to get it all fixed.
“One moment please,” she blurts out. Her rapid keystrokes fill my ears, “Ma’am?” She questions, her tone off. Oh no, has something else happened? I close my eyes, fearing the worst and make an affirmative grunt for her to continue. “Your account has been paid in full, that’s why nothing was taken out. There’s nothing left to be paid.”
I pull the phone away from my ear, studying the number. I dialed it too many times to get it wrong. So that part isn’t wrong, but can this really be the truth? That makes no sense. I don’t make enough to cover the hospital bill in one go. “Please, check again?” I whisper as I clutch my phone tight.
She pauses on the other end, sighing at me. “You are Imogen Riley, correct? Please, give me your date of birth again and I will double check for you.”
“August 15th, 1995,” I recite. She types my information in again and I wait.
“Ms. Riley, your account has been paid in full and is completely closed.”
“Who paid it?” I blurt. I have a vague idea at this point, but that doesn’t make sense. Why would anyone take on a debt like that?
“Kane and Madden Industries,” she replies with that chirpy voice of hers.
“That son of a bitch,” I growl into the phone. I don’t know which one of them I’m going to strangle for getting in my business but I’m not some fucking damsel in distress for them to save.
“Excuse me?” The woman on the other end doesn’t sound so happy anymore. Oops.
“No, not you. Thanks for your help.” I hang up the phone with one well-timed jab. What the fuck do they think they are doing? Those are my finances, my bills! The only thing either of those assholes need to know is how much I’m paid a week. Beyond that? It’s all my business, not theirs.
I don’t even bother eating lunch. Rage is my food for the day and its fiery grip is enough to fuel me as I march straight back to work. I nearly break a nail when I jam my finger into the up button. They are lucky I’m wearing heels, otherwise I’d just run up the stairs. I have that much fire in my stomach, desperate to leap out and burn them for this stunt. Tears of rage shimmer to life in my eyes, my hands tremble as I clench and unclench them, imagining myself strangling two business executives that don’t know how to pay attention to their own lives.
The sound of the bell is like the start of a fight. Before the doors are completely open I march, my heels echo my aggressive pace on the marble floors. Tobias’s office is my first target. If he isn’t the one responsible, I’ll ream out Theo next. I grab the handle and throw the door open, letting it slam into the wall.
“How dare you?” I demand. Theo and Tobias are both in the office. I appreciate that I don’t have to run around yelling at them both. They jump at my growl.
No, that isn’t nearly strong enough for what I need to get across to them. “How fucking dare you? You have no right to go snooping into my business. I can’t believe you would do that.” Most people might have been relieved by this timely rescue, but not me. My mom had raised me to be independent. Is life hard? Sure, but I have it under control, I know what I’m doing. This is just straight up an invasion of privacy. I visibly shake, tears still threatening to spill.
“Imogen?” Theo has his hands on his chair, he looks torn between staying in his seat and coming to my side. He glances between me and Tobias, his brows furrow. “What are you talking about? What happened?”
“Both of you, that’s what’s wrong,” I mock him while pointing at both of them. Because even if Tobias is this particular fault, they both keep getting in my way, determined to be my own personal prince charmings somehow. “You, both in my business. You have no fucking right to do that! I’m not some fucking charity case or some damsel in distress you need to rescue!” I pant from all the screaming. Every fiber of my being vibrates. I grab my hair in fistfuls, clutching hard and rip them as I laugh maniacally. I won’t cry, it doesn’t hurt, but I’ll laugh my ass off seeing the shock in their eyes. “You caused this!” I sneer at them both, throwing my hair at them. Dramatic? Maybe, but I’ve never entered a realm of rage like this before. I can’t even get over the death of my mother without these two interfering. I open my mouth and scream wordlessly at them both.
My screams are cut off when Tobias gets up from his chair, crosses the floor in two strides and pulls me to his chest. Theo continues to stare at us.
Someone else might have relaxed against Tobias’ chest and been gentled, but not me. I jab my finger into his chest, poking him. He’s the one responsible, so he’s the one in the doghouse for this. Theo is an asshole, but not the one ruining my life at the moment. “It was you, wasn’t it?” I growl at him.
He doesn’t answer, just stares down at me with those dark eyes of his. Does he think that will stop me? That I’ll magically just fall into his arms and be a good girl?
“Fix it right now or I’m done. I’ll fucking quit.” I toss the receipt at him, but since there isn’t much heft to it, the stupid thing lands in front of him instead of against his face where I aimed.
He catches it before it hits the ground and uncrumples it. His eyes scan the numbers and something like realization sparks in his eyes. The pity that has been present before dies out. Good! His chest heaves and his lips lift from his teeth. “No, you needed the damn help. If I had known about your mother when she was first admitted, I would have changed the policies right then. But you never let anyone in your life.”
What? He has no right to be mad at me! He’s the one at fault! I take a step away from him, not letting him get close enough to touch me again. “Fuck you, Tobias. I didn’t ask for you to come rescue me, I don’t need your fucking help, and I don’t need you. I’m not some broken person you need to fix.” The tears I held back before stream down my cheeks. Hopefully mom will forgive this moment of weakness. I let someone else see me cry, I failed her. It only serves to make me cry harder.