![]() ![]() But for the first time in his life he’d discovered that there was something that he couldn’t control. Waiting for anything was not his strong point. The jacket of his designer suit had long since been removed, tossed with careless disregard for its future appearance over the back of a standard issue hospital chair, and he now stood in a state of rigid tension, silk shirtsleeves rolled back to reveal bronzed forearms, his firm jaw grazed by a dark stubble that made him more bandit than businessman.įor a man as driven as Rico, a man accustomed to controlling and directing, a man accustomed to action, the waiting was proving to be the worst kind of torture. His gaze was fixed on the still body of the girl who lay on the bed, surrounded by doctors and high-tech machinery. Rico Crisanti, billionaire President of the Crisanti Corporation, stared grimly through the window that separated the relatives’ room from the intensive care unit, oblivious to the dreamy stares of the nurses working on the unit. ![]()
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