Malachi paced back and forth between two hospital rooms.
His ears worked well enough that he could hear everything that went on in each of them without straining himself. Which was how he knew that Opal was currently in the middle of a heated argument.
Eventually, things quieted down.
The door on the left side of the hall opened first.
A man in a suit stepped out and quietly closed the door behind him.
When the older man saw Malachi standing outside, he seemed just the slightest bit embarrassed.
"She's a real spitfire that one…"
Malachi leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets. "Opal is a hard worker, Secretary Simmons. I chose her to be my replacement because of her commitment."
