who strikes fear in the hearts of all who oppose him.”
Maxwell smiled warmly. “It’s very nice to meet you, Angie.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” she responded, eyeing him hungrily.
He recognized the lustful gleam in her eye. At thirty-five years old, Maxwell had grown used to getting this type of reaction from women and it amused him.
Maxwell followed Ray into his office, closing the door behind him. They sat down to discuss more details of the Matthews lawsuit.
“I want to touch base with Camille Hunter at some point today,” he told Ray. “We exchanged a few emails, but I want to speak with her in person.”
“She’s worked hard to keep this lawsuit from being the focus of the hospital,” Ray stated. “The Matthews family, on the other hand, is doing everything in their power to discredit Hopewell General. They are in denial about Terrence’s drug problem.”
“They are claiming that he was set up,” Maxwell commented.
“Yes,” Ray confirmed.
Maxwell scanned through the documents of the case.
“Well, we will just have to prove that Terrence abuses drugs. I will bet that his parents have him stashed away somewhere in rehab right now. If we can find out where, maybe we can get this resolved quickly.” Maxwell was used to winning at everything he did, from the boardroom to the bedroom.
He loved his hard-charging, hard-playing life and wouldn’t change a thing. He found it incomprehensible that his good buddy Thomas Bradshaw recently married and was already a father. He had stunned Maxwell with the news that he had eloped with the mother of his son.
Ray made a couple of phone calls while Maxwell continued to read through the statements and documents of the lawsuit, jotting down notes here and there.
Maxwell pulled out his iPhone and sent a quick email to Camille Hunter, requesting a time to meet. He was looking forward to meeting the head of public relations for the hospital.
Camille Hunter pulled the folds of her coat together to ward off the winter chill as she walked briskly through the hospital doors. She loved her job as the director of public relations at the prestigious Hopewell General Hospital. At twenty-five years old, she had worked at the hospital for six years, beginning when she was a college student.
The moment she walked through the lobby doors of the hospital, Camille could feel a buzz of excitement in the air and it had nothing to do with the upcoming Christmas season.
She walked over to where a small group of interns were huddled and asked, “Hey, what’s going on?”
“I just met Maxwell Wade,” one of them responded.
“Oh, my goodness, that man is gorgeous. I’ve never seen anyone look that good.”
Camille laughed. “Isabelle, you make it sound as if he’s the only handsome man in the world.” She secretly believed that Isabelle Morales, a Jennifer Lopez look-alike, was on the hunt for a rich man to marry.
“He’s well over six feet tall and very muscular. You know how much I love tall men, and that suit he was wearing this morning looks like it was made just for him.”
“It probably was,” one of the other women interjected. “He can certainly afford to have a personal tailor on his payroll.”
“I just love his long lashes,” another cooed.
“Wait until you see him, then you’ll know what I’m talking about,” Isabelle told Camille. “That Maxwell Wade looks better in real life than in his pictures.”
A couple of the other interns nodded in agreement.
“He is absolutely yummy,” Isabelle stated. “I don’t know how I’m going to get my work done with that sexy piece of chocolate in this hospital.”
“Then maybe it’s best that I don’t meet him,” Camille joked. “With all of the stuff piled on my desk, I need to be able to focus on my work.”
“I heard he’s currently single,” one of the other interns interjected. “He and that model Kendra Dixon broke up a few months ago.”
“Is she the one with the reality show?” Camille asked. She recalled reading something about it in People magazine while getting a pedicure.
Isabelle played with a curling tendril. “Yeah, she’s the one. As for Maxwell Wade, he won’t be alone for much longer if I have anything to do with it.”
Camille chuckled as she shook her head. “Isabelle, I don’t know about you.”
“Hey, I have no problem going after what I want.”
“We know,” two of the other interns said in unison.
Camille laughed. “I’ll see you girls later.”
She stopped to talk with one of the pediatric physicians before heading to her office. The hospital was buzzing about the handsome multimillionaire Maxwell Wade. Camille had yet to meet the man in person, but she had read enough articles about him.
She and Maxwell had been exchanging emails for the past couple of weeks and his aggressive, confrontational style had rubbed her the wrong way from their first email exchange. He was a very handsome man, but she was not about to join the scores of women falling on their faces to worship him.
Humming softly, Camille sat down at her desk. The first thing on her agenda was to check her email. She was expecting an email with the menus for the annual holiday charity ball. Hopewell General’s charity ball was the grande dame of fundraising parties—a formal, black-tie dinner and dance dating back to the 1950s when the hospital was established.
Theme and décor had always been important elements of the fundraising event. Poinsettias and Japanese lanterns created the ambience for the first one, so Camille decided to recreate that very first charity ball by using ultra-modern silver and black décor with dramatic lighting. Entertainment for that night would include a series of living portraits telling the history of the hospital.
Along with dinner, dancing and great entertainment, Camille had planned a silent auction with some fantastic
prizes, which included fishing charters, hotel and resort spa getaways, and gift cards to local merchants.
She heard Dr. Germaine Dudley’s voice in the hallway and froze.
“Please don’t let him come in here,” she whispered. “My morning started off great and I don’t want it ruined.”
Camille had been avoiding Hopewell’s chief of staff since he made some comments to her a couple of days ago that made her uncomfortable. It was possible that she had misunderstood what he’d meant, but for now, she just hoped to remain out of his path.
“What’s up, girl?”
She looked up from her monitor to find Jerome Stubbs standing in her doorway. Jerome was her best friend and an O.R. nurse. She smiled at him and asked, “How was your date last night with Julie?”
