Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room

“We are ready,” Mercer said to the nurse.

I heard the rustle of a heavy paper folder, followed by a low, hurried whisper near the head of my bed.

“Make sure his wife gets the envelope after we are done,” Mercer said.

He was standing close enough that I could hear the slide of paper against a silver medical chart clip.

“The blue one,” Mercer added, his voice dropping even lower.

The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor accelerating as my mind screamed inside a frozen body.

A nurse must have noticed the spike on the screen, because a rubber-soled shoe squeaked on the linoleum and a hand adjusted the plastic clip on my index finger. The rhythmic beep slowed, settled, and finally faded into a dull hum as the sedation took its last toll, dragging me down into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, the digital clock on the wall read ten past ten.

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