A week later, massive glossy posters were put up throughout the main lobby announcing the hospital’s annual donor gala. It was the absolute biggest fundraising night of the entire year, guaranteed to attract hundreds of city elites, local politicians, and wealthy board members.
“The main valet line is going to back up within twenty minutes, and the overflow is going to spill straight into the emergency bay like it does every year,” Luis told Denise during her afternoon break. Denise’s eyes lit up with instant realization. “Maximum high-end offenders. Maximum public witnesses.”
“And absolutely zero chance for senior management to quietly sweep it under the rug afterward,” Luis added, a sly grin finally breaking across his face. “Are your tow guys available this Friday night?” “Doc,” Denise chuckled, cranking her scooter engine to life, “I’ve had two flatbed drivers on standby since the day I met you.”