CHANGING THE GAME WITH THE CASHFLOW SYSTEM

Putting them into shock.

$40,000

The VIP ward of Embler hospital is exclusively for the elites in the city and for big men who could afford– Not for the ordinary men. Someone like Blake.

The price of a single ward there can purchase some people's car and even maintain it.

It's not just a space for treatment. It's a center of relaxation, comfort and all the instruments and devices there are modern and new. They're replaced with new imported ones every month.

The lobby was filled with soft hums from patrons and visitors. On the walls is a flat screen displaying live news without audio. The atmosphere smells rich with mixtures of cologne spilling in the air.

At one side, three staff members sat behind a long quartz desk which caught the glows of the light from the ceiling, scattering it, too perfect not to blind anyone's sight.

They all look professional and smart in a white shirt and their names were printed on a badge on their chest.

One of the staff members, who is the cashier, looked up when she noticed presence before her. Blake stood beside Lauren, the nurse who laughed at him earlier.

Lauren has a smirk tucked on her lips while Blake looks calm but uncertainty tightens his heart.

“Are you paying by card or transfer?!" Lauren asked.

“Tranfer.” Blake simply said while pulling out his old phone that screams poverty. The screen had cracked like the bone of an accident victim while the parts were barely holding together. A single vibrate and the parts will fall apart.

Lauren leaned against the desk lazily, hands folded across her chest and the smirk remained seated on her lips. She was damn sure Blake was only fooling around just to make his grandmother linger in the ward and Lauren is patiently waiting but impatient to see him stuttering something like ‘a failed transaction.’

“Account number.” Blake requested and the cashier pushed a mini-slate across to him.

Blake tapped on the cracked screen of his phone gently as if careful not to break it totally, glancing into the plate as he input the digits.

Lauren almost burst into laughter seeing the Beat-up phone.

Blake's face suddenly twisted and he lowered the phone with a frustrating look on his face.

Lauren's smirk widened. She dropped her hands from her chest and straightened up, waiting to hear the expected.

“Any other problem?" She asked, suppressing a chuckle, mockery evidence in her voice.

“My phone just went off. I was about –”

Lauren interrupted him, finally spilling the laughter but she didn't allow it to spread. “You're too quick to lie, Mr. Sullivan. Looks like that's your flair and only paupers like you act just that way. First It was an attack and now you're making up another story. We're not touched, Mr. Waste.” She spat, voice dripping with disgust.

Blake tightened his fist, anger burning within. He felt like slapping her across the face but he didn't want to complicate things more.

He breathed, calming his temper and he turned to the cashier with a small convincing smile.

“Please can I have your phone for a few minutes? I'll just log in there and make the transfer. My phone is really dead.” Blake asked politely, the smile still hanging on his lips, trying to convince the woman.

The cashier looked at him skeptically and glanced at Lauren as if requesting for her permission.

Lauren chuckled lightly but didn't say a word, only expecting the outcome of the play Blake was putting up which is definitely fiasco or another excuse from him.

The cashier shrugged lightly and passed the phone to him.

“Just be quick.” She said with no reverence in her voice.

As Blake tapped on the screen. Lauren's eyes locked on him. She monitored every tap on the screen like a Police suspecting a dubious act.

“Done!” Blake lifted his eyes from the screen and displayed it before the Cashier.

His mind was flowing with a different feeling and the smile that spread all over his face says it all. He felt relieved, as if a heavy weight just dropped from his shoulder.

The system. It's really true. Interesting!

The cashier stared at the screen, a mask of shock on her face.

“$40,000?!"

Blake nodded gently, his expression firm and calm with the traces of the smile still hanging.

Lauren straightened her spine, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, body itching to know more.

She snatched the phone from Blake and stared into the screen and there she saw the confirmation. Her eyes dilated slightly, shock and uncertainty flashing within.

No, this must be a joke.

Seeing the shocking and confusing expression on her face, Blake chuckled lightly

“Check for confirmation!" Her face was twisted with disbelief.

The cashier swung into action, tapping her finger on the portable payment machine in her front. A sharp clicking sound exudes from the machine with each poke.

Time seems to pause before Lauren's eyes and the soft hums from the guests in the lobby faded in her ear. Only the click of the machine echoed into it.

Blake stood at a side, observing with a calm expression.

The cashier paused, her finger hung on the screen and a shocking expression was fully registered on her face. Like the; “oh my god” screams.

She lifted her eyes which were now glowing with something Akin to respect to Blake.

With a smiling face, she said. “Sir, the transaction is successful. $40, 000 confirmed!"

Blake's smile widened.

The disclosure came like a full blast to Lauren. Her jaw dropped and she looked flustered.

“Give me the machine!!" She grabbed the machine to see for herself and she was dazed to see it was true.

Her lips parted. “H.. how?" She stuttered, still finding it hard to believe her eyes.

The shocking look on her face was like someone who knows the history of someone's life from the first page to the last page but Blake just put her into the shock of her life by flipping another clean page for her to see.

“How?" He laughed softly. “You weren't expecting it. I know but believe it or not. I just made the transfer so if you'll move now and perform your duty. I want my grandmother in the VIP ward. I just paid for it.”

Blake himself felt the air shifted. The way he speaks, it was confident, almost commanding.

Lauren forced her lips close like someone who had just been slapped “Okay.” Her voice came low, like a cat beaten by torrent rain.

Before she could make her way out of the reception, Dr. Frank walked in, his footsteps briskly with precision and purpose.

His face twisted into a frown when he saw Blake still littering the hospital. He expected him to have left with his grandmother by now.

He simply passed him like another wall in the hospital he needed to avoid.

He stopped before Lauren, his face glowing with a smile. “Lauren. Someone just paid for one of the VIP wards. Do we have a big customer today?!"

Lauren couldn't respond. Her shoulder slumped and she looked so ashamed to speak.

“I don't know sir.” She replied, her lips barely moving.

Dr. Frank only valued important customers who pays Big. He almost brushed his shoulders against Blake's as he rambled to the cashier's desk.

"I saw the $40,000 transfer. Who is that big client?!” He asked, gaze locked on her, curiosity gleaming within.

The woman straightened up. “Oh..yeah..The man over there. He was the one who paid it.” She pointed.

With the smile and glee in his heart, he followed the line of her hand and her gaze fell on Blake.

Blake simply waved at him casually, a knowing smirk tugged on his lips.

The smile on Dr. Frank's face dropped. He turned back to the cashier, looking confused and

“Him!!!"