Chapter 6 - The Unspoken DebtThe cleanup was terrifyingly efficient. Within twenty minutes, the body was gone, the floor was scrubbed clean of evidence, and the broken door was replaced by a temporary security detail stationed outside the hallway.
Claire sat at the edge of the plush bed, staring blankly at her bandaged hands. The adrenaline had completely vanished, leaving behind a hollow, bone-deep exhaustion.
The door opened softly, and Roman walked in. He had washed his hands and changed into a fresh black shirt, the sleeves still rolled up. He carried two cups of steaming black coffee on a small silver tray, setting one down on the vanity table beside her.
"Drink it," Roman said quietly. "You look like you're about to pass out."
Claire didn't touch the cup. She looked up at him, her eyes flashing with a mix of exhaustion and defiance. "You just executed a man in cold blood less than thirty feet from your son's bedroom."
"He was a traitor who tried to murder my child," Roman replied evenly, leaning against the doorframe. "In my world, that is a capital offense tried and executed on the spot."
"I don't live in your world, Mr. Mercer," Claire said, her voice trembling slightly. "I live in the real world. Where people go to jail, where trials happen, where laws exist."
"And yet, in your real world, a corrupt hospital administrator and a trusted family confidant almost succeeded in assassinating my son while the police and the legal system remained entirely blind to it," Roman countered sharply. "Your laws didn't protect Ethan today, Ms. Bennett. You did."
Claire fell silent. She couldn't argue with the brutal truth of his words.
Roman pushed off the doorframe and walked closer, stopping a few feet away. The predatory menace from earlier had receded, replaced by a heavy, solemn gravity.
"When I looked at you on that riverbank tonight, I thought you were an enemy," Roman said, his voice dropping into a register of raw honesty. "I was wrong. You risked your life for a child you didn't know, against freezing water, with zero hesitation. In my line of work, loyalty is the rarest commodity on earth. You proved absolute loyalty to a stranger tonight."
"I'm a nurse," Claire whispered. "It's what I do."
"No," Roman said softly. "That was something more."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, heavy black card embossed with a single silver crest. He placed it gently on the silver tray beside her coffee.
"What is this?" Claire asked.
"My private direct line. And an open credit line at any institution in North America," Roman said. "Lakeview General will be receiving a very large, anonymous philanthropic donation tomorrow morning—enough to clear every student loan, upgrade your department's equipment, and ensure you never have to worry about an overdue car payment again."
Claire stared at the card. "I can't accept that. I'm not a mercenary, Mr. Mercer. I don't take payoffs."
"It's not a payoff," Roman said firmly. "It's a debt. Roman Mercer always pays his debts. And I owe you my son's life."
Before Claire could respond, he turned toward the door.
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"Get some sleep, Ms. Bennett," Roman said over his shoulder. "At dawn, my driver will take you back to your apartment. You'll find your Honda has been repaired, tuned, and refueled in your parking space. As far as the world is concerned, tonight never happened."
The door clicked shut, leaving Claire alone in the silent room.
