Abel Scott, Back from the Dead.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“Mr Abel Scott, you are up,” The Receptionist said. 

“Oh, that’s me” Abel Scott jumped to his feet, his hands swinging like a child being called up for a prize.

Abel Scott stepped into the office and the air became colder. Not from the air conditioner but from the silent stares of the interviewing crew. 

“Would you like a glass of water?” one of the interviewers asked dryly. 

“No, No, thank you ma’am” Abel Scott replied.

“Tell us about yourself” Another stern-looking interviewer with a name plate written Mr Smith; Lead Logistics.

“Sure!” Abel Scott declared.

“I am a logistics and supply chain professional with five years of experience in the warehousing and Distribution industry, I am…”

“Can you jump to the part where we should care?” Mr Smith snapped as he flipped through Abel Scott’s resume.

“Well, I have led a team of over thirty staff…” Abel Scott said. 

“You don’t even look like a team leader; Not to mention a warehouse supervisor.” Another interviewer with the name plate Mrs. Ann scoffed.

“Moreover, everybody says they have.” Mr Smith added with a shrug. 

“Wow, three jobs in two years? What are you running from” Mrs. Ann announces, snickering.

 “Give me one reason why I should not throw your resume into the trash?” Mr Smith said with a sneer, lowering his eyebrows slightly with contempt. 

“Because…” Abel Scott stuttered

“Because, what?” Mr Smith snapped leaning forward.

“Because I am not just looking for a job, I am looking for a place where I can add significant growth to the company,” Abel Scott said.

“My previous warehouse saw an increase in processing speed of thirty percent in my first three months of working at the role” 

“I don't just work, I deliver, I get things accomplished.” Abel Scott added immediately. 

Mr Smith lifted one of his eyebrows. The sneer gradually faded away. “Hmmm…” He said, immediately wearing the sneer back.

He took his one and scribbled some words in his note. “And if I call your previous supervisor, what would he say about you?” Mr Smith asked without looking at Abel Scott.

“He would say that I am obsessed with deadlines. I once designed the whole company's delivery workflow over the weekend. He was not in support but loved it when the efforts increased productivity by thirty percent.”

Dead Silence fell between them. Mr Smith leaned backwards and looked at Mrs Ann. 

“We will be in touch,” Mr Smith said, finally.

“Thank you for your time, Mr Smith” Abel Scott stood up, extending his hand to Mr Smith. 

Mr Smith glanced at the hand, then at Abel Scott. He did not bat an eye

"Have a nice day” He said in a flat tone, then turned his eyes back to the screen in front of him 

Abel Scott smiled, letting his hand down slowly, he turned to leave. 

“Can you imagine this young man?” Mrs Ann said, as Abel Scott stepped out of the house. 

“Two from now, he would want to take our positions too. Mtcheww” She added.

“brring rrring” Abel Scott vibrated. 

It was Mr Jackson Alfred. “Fourteen missed calls? Why is he calling now?” Abel Scott thought to himself.

“Hello, Mr Jackson. What's the news today?” He asked.

“It's Sarah” Mr Jackson Alfred's voice is heard over the phone.

“What about her?” 

 “She has been hospitalized,” Mr Jackson answered, his voice wrapped in pain. 

“Why?! How?! When?!” Abel Scott said, his eyebrows furrowed. 

Every explanation sounded vague in Abel Scott's ears. “It's a devastating situation...Come quickly” were the only words Abel Scott could correlate. 

“What hospital are you in now?” Abel Scott asked.

“Cardinal Hospitals” 

“Okay,” Abel Scott said, rushing out of the office.

“Taxi, Taxi” Abel Scott waved his hands rapidly.

“Take me to Cardinal Hospitals” 

“Ok, sir,” the taxi man said. 

“My wife has been hospitalized,” Abel Scott said, his voice laced with terror.

Abel Scott's heart sank, A cold warmth wrapped its arm around his chest.

The drive to the hospital was blurry. The traffic light shone, red, green, yellow, and even blue, acting as obstacles to a race against time. 

“What happened? Is she okay? Lord, let her be okay” Abel Scott whispered. 

“Get out of the road you dumbwit! Are you are tortoise?” Abel Scott yelled at the driver in front of the taxi after the traffic light turned green.

The taxi halts in front of a towering building. Cardinal Hospital written boldly, the taxi had barely stopped before Abel Scott ripped the taxi door open, his shoe slapping hard on the pavement. 

“Sarah!! Sarah!!” Abel Scott yelled, bursting through the entrance, his heart pounding like a war drum.

“My wife?” Abel Scott managed between breaths. “Where is…where is my wife?” He added trying to catch his breath.

A middle-aged woman sat at the reception, She glanced up from her monitor and her face softened as she saw the tension on Abel Scott's face. 

“Sarah Lawrence, she was brought in earlier.” Abel Scott added.

“Hold on,” the receptionist said, typing on her keyboard. “She is in Ward C, fourth floor, room 205, take the elevator to the right.” 

“Is she okay?” Abel Scot asked desperately.

“I am not allowed to say” she answered, tears welling up under her eyelids.

The elevator chimed open. Abel Scott paced out of the elevator. 201…202..203..205

Abel Scott stopped. 

The hallway disappeared and only the rhythm of some unseen machine behind the door was louder than his pounding heart.

Abel Scot slowly opened the door. 

“Sarah?” Abel Scott whispered.

“Ah! Mr  Abel Scott" Mr Jackson said. 

“What happened to her?” Abel Scott said, looking at the motionless body of Sarah.

“They were attacked by some gang,” Mr Jackson replied. 

“We are waiting for the doctor's report on the situation,” Mr Zack Lawrence added.

Elena Lawrence lay in bed on the right side of the room, She let out a low moan.

“Elena?” Zack Lawrence said, running towards her.

Elena Lawrence tried to run. Scared that she might receive a punch. Her broken hand hung in the air by a strand of bandages.

“You are safe now!” Abel Scott said, placing his arm on her chest.

“It's me, Zack,” Zack Lawrence said, bending on one knee and holding her arms.

“Who were those that attacked you? Did you see their faces?” Abel Scott asked.

“No, they all had Pray tattooed on their necks and I heard them mention a woman” Elena Lawrence responded, wincing slightly. 

Abel Scott and Mr Jackson Alfred glanced at each other “Ashkive gang” Abel Scott thought himself. 

The room door creaked open and Dr. Phillips came through it. 

“Dr, what's the update?” Abel Scott asked.

Dr Philips nodded his head signaling Abel Scott to see him outside. His face was composed but his eyes warned of the heaviness of what he was about to say.

“Lord Abel Scott,” Dr Philips said gently, moving his clipboard from his left to his right hand.

“I need to be completely honest with you about your wife's situation”

Abel Scott nodded. His throat is becoming dry.

“We ran a full-body X-ray and some emergency diagnosis, Sarah came in unconscious with severe trauma to multiple parts of her body” Dr Philips continued.