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“I need to know who refused to let me speak to the man, for the paperwork
on the lawsuit.”
“Hey, I didn’t say you couldn’t speak to him, I said he probably
wouldn’t speak to you.”
“Probably wouldn’t? You admit that he does talk, then.”
“Sometimes.”
“So put me on with him.”
“How?”
“Hold the phone up to his damn ear or something. I don’t care how
you do it, just do it.”
“I can’t do that.”
“So we’re back to you getting sued Listen, okay, you know your
patients best, I understand that. And you’re right, put me on the line with
him and he’ll most likely just sit there. But it’s his problem if he doesn’t
talk, not yours. You wouldn’t be at all at fault.”
“I need permission from his doctor.”
“Doctors Fein and Spitzer have already green-lighted this, after
checking with Mrs. Marsh to see if the legal end was fine.”
“Maybe I should check with them first.”
“Jesus christ. Do you have any idea what I’m dealing with, here? Mr.
Gates has been waiting on this for three days while those people made up
their minds. You know how rich people are, he doesn’t want to wait
anymore. If he has to crack that hospital open and suck out every penny,
he’s gonna do it so that I get my phone call. Well, after he fires me he
will.”
“Shit, I don’t know.”
“Think about it. On one side, we got Microsoft suing the hospital,
suing you, and firing me. One the other, we got you holding the phone up
to a vegetable’s ear for a minute, after which I hang up and it’s all off
your lap. Which way do you want this to go?”
“All right, all right. I’ll do it. You’re wasting your time, though.”
“Mr. Gates is paying me very well to waste my time. Thanks for your
cooperation, sir.”
“Dude, it’s me. 506. Talk to me, man. I had to go through hell to get
you on the line.”
Silence. Jesus breathes, and the sighs are scrambled and shot down the
wire at light speed without losing their lethargy.
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