Rayne stored all of these important documents into the system, and pulled out her phone to do some research on this charity.
After searching online for a few hours Rayne found very little information on this charity group. What she did discover was that it was founded by the REN Corporation, which was a privately owned R&D company specializing in weapons and technology.
Rayne remembered seeing this company in a few news articles and magazines, but it never really touched her area of interest. She was honestly surprised that such a company would even have a charity foundation, but either way she was benefiting from it! The reason why Rayne was interested in the charity was because she was a grateful person! The least she could do was send a letter to the company expressing her thanks and how big of an impact their generosity has had on her life.
After digging around on the internet Rayne finally managed to find an address. She planned on asking Nurse Judy to mail the letter once she finished writing it.
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One week later.
The door opened to the best private room at City A's most luxurious restaurant.
The room was designed with opulence in mind. It had very tall ceilings and a floor to ceiling window that showed off the scenic city skyline. A large circular solid wood table stood in the center of the room surrounded by a half circle booth style bench. The bench was upholstered with high quality black velvet giving it a unique softness. There was a modern style golden chandelier producing comfortable ambient lighting and the walls were covered with tasteful priceless art.
The waitress walked in gracefully with practiced movement holding a tray filled with exquisite finger foods. As she walked towards the table she couldn't help but give the man at the center of the table a few looks. He was incredibly handsome!
He had dark brown wavy messy hair that gave him a slight bad boy vibe. His face was a work of art --a strong jawline, deep blue eyes, straight nose and square chin. He was tall, over 6ft, and had a well built body shape. The sleeves of his button down shirt were rolled up, his well defined muscles peeking through. What was most attractive about him was his powerful aura! He was around his late 20's but had the aura of someone with great power.
The waitress swallowed the droll that had accumulated in her mouth while placing the tray down on the table. Before she could greet the handsome yet aloof man...
"Leave"
The single word escaped the man's mouth. It was said rather softly, but the power behind it made the waitress want to run out of the room at full speed.
She bowed stiffly, and turned to leave the room at the fastest acceptable speed.
A few seconds after the waitress left a man walked in. He was tall, handsome, but with a leaner build than the one sitting down. His most striking feature was his messy ginger hair. He was dressed in a professional suit with the jacket folded over his arm.
"Haha, hey Julian, why are you scaring the poor waitstaff?!", he walked in and sat down at the table.
"Huh? I just told her to leave. She kept staring at me, and it was freaking me out", replied Julian. He reached out to grab one of the finger sandwiches that was on the tray.
"Nothing new, my big boss makes all the ladies weak in the knees! Hahaha!", laughed the red head.
"You make the same joke every time we go anywhere. Be a little more creative Noah", Julian scoffed. "Where's Ian? Didn't he come with you?".
Noah let out a big goofy grin. As Julian's right hand man he loved poking fun at the guy at any chance he got.
"Yeah, he'll be right up. I think he's doing a quick smoke break outside", replied Noah.
Noah leaned back in his seat and watched Julian eat 3 more pieces off the tray. Smiling, he couldn't help but make fun of Julian some more. "Haha! I'll make sure my future sister in law knows how to cook! Who knew the big boss of REN Corp. is such a foodie!".
Julian ignored him and continued to enjoy the food in front of him.
The door opened once again and a big burly man walked in. He was tall and very buff, and had a few similar facial features to Noah- including the hair color. Unlike the other two men he did not wear a suit but instead a black t-shirt and black pants, and gave off a slight gang boss feel.
"Ian's here!", Noah announced.
"I still have eyes...", Julian looked at Noah with a speechless expression.
"Hey there boss", said Ian to Julian.
Julian nodded at Ian then leaned back in his seat and placed his hands on his lap. "Okay, now that we're all here I want to hear your reports". The energy instantly shifted to a more serious tone.
"Noah, you go first. I want to hear about the status of the improved assault rifle as well as the improved ammo. Then anything else that requires my attention at the company".
Noah sat up appearing a lot more serious than before. "In general both projects are moving along smoothly. Our research department has even made a new breakthrough that should result in a significant upgrade from the initial prototype models."
Julian listened carefully to the update, giving orders when needed.
After Noah finished his update Julian turned to Ian, "Ian, it's your turn. Please tell me that you've found him".
Ian frowned, "Not yet. I've spent 2 weeks at the underground casino but there was no sign of Damian or his men. However our informant told me that there will be an auction held in the underground auction house next month. He said there will be a large amount of illegal weapons up this time around. I plan to attend to see if this is related to Damian".
Julian frowned but nodded. "Okay, keep me updated. I need to find that bastard as soon as possible".
After a while the hot food arrived and the three men chatted casually while eating. The three of them were good friends who grew up together and once work related matters were settled they were able to relax and enjoy their time together.
"Oh! I forgot to mention that the Weston daughter woke up from her coma", said Noah. He cut a piece off his steak and continued, "The hospital also confirmed that she accepted the charity donation".
He laughed, "The charity that was created for her, haha! How funny would it have been if she declined!".
Julian looked over and said, "Dr. Weston was a good man. The least I could do was help out his only daughter".
"Did the hospital say what caused the coma?", asked Julian.
"Nah, it seems they have no idea. According to the doctors she should've been hospitalized for a week tops", replied Noah.
"Oh! She even wrote you a letter!", he added and pulled out an envelope from the pocket of his briefcase.
Julian opened the letter and read the contents. He noticed the clean and elegant handwriting, but what caught his attention the most was how grateful she sounded. A small smile formed on his face, "Looks like Dr. Weston raised a good daughter. I'm not sure how many people would bother writing a thank you letter anymore".
He folded the letter back up and placed it in his pocket then looked at Noah and Ian, "I'll see you both at your fathers birthday celebration Friday".
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Rayne's recovery was progressing at a very quick pace. After being checked up by the doctor she got the okay to be discharged.
She was currently curled up on her bed playing a game on her phone. The doctor finally gave her the okay to get discharged and she was planning on going home first thing in the morning. She had already thanked the hospital staff for taking care of her, especially Nurse Judy.
Rayne came to really enjoy Nurse Judy's company. They were both in their mid 20's and had a lot of things in common. They both enjoyed similar music and Nurse Judy turned out to have a drawing hobby as well! They spent their free time sketching and laughing. Nurse Judy's bright personality reminded Rayne of a sunflower swaying in the sunlight and made her time at the hospital less boring.
"Judy, thank you again for taking care of me this whole time. I'm not exaggerating when I say I'll miss your company", Rayne said smiling. "I hope that one day I will be able to repay your kindness".
Nurse Judy smiled brightly, "Ah Rayne, I'll miss you! I'm happy that I had the opportunity to be your nurse, and I hope we can see each other again in the future! I'll come by and see you off tomorrow morning, wait for me".