112. Being Followed

On the way to the City hospital, Denny received a call from an agent he was trying to make contact with to dispose of the old medical equipment. They are lying there useless in the stockroom areas, consuming so much space which could have been useful for other equipment that they have up to date. Denny's idea was to ask for any way those pieces of medical equipment could be scrapped and make any amount possible from it than keeping them idle till they rust beyond redemption or recognition.

"I would love to send you to your mom's ward, but I am afraid I will have to leave right away," Denny apologetically spoke to Trisha as soon as the call was ended.

Trisha shook her head with a genuine smile.

"No, no, it's okay. You're a busy man. I am already more than grateful you gave me a ride," Trisha replied, dusting his suit jacket as she saw a strand of long hair on it. She was conscious to think it was hers. "I just have a little problem..."

Denny stared at the girl next to him. He was w