One door closes and another one opens

Vivienne POV 

I didn't know how long I was unconscious because immediately they took me to the nurse's room. The doctor injected me with a sedative to keep me down, but now I was awake and confused. I watched as my hard work came crashing down on me. Everything didn't make sense. I would rather not feel the pain residing in my heart, but there was nothing I could do to change what was happening. I already asked the doctor attending to me if I was clear to join my team, but he refused.

"Damn this' 'I muttered a curse and sat on the bed with my legs suspended down. I stretched my arms releasing the tension I was feeling. I tried to straighten my right leg hoping I could step on the floor and walk out of the darn hell I was in, but immediately I did a rush of excruciating pain run through my body as I instantly put my foot up. I cursed under my breath and rested my hands on the bed and scanned my surroundings. I was the only one in the small room who smells like medications. 

I leaned down and stepped my left foot down and pulled myself off the bed, but I was careful enough not to put my right foot down. I would rather not stay, hence with all my strength, I tried to take a step forward and to my relief, I could walk, then I used my toes to balance on my right foot. I bit my lower lip hard as I took another step, focusing on getting to the door and when I moved closer to the wall.

“Boss just relax okay…I know you told me this but just chill,” while walking down the corridor I heard a male voice say, the voice came from the door I stopped by. It wasn't like I was interested in whatever he was saying, but I was taking a break from walking. My ankle was already swollen and if I exhausted it with so much walking, then there was a chance I would be a cripple for the rest of my life.

“Fine boos man, just allow me a week to find your surrogate…I promise to lure them in with millions as payment,” the same man continued saying this time he let out a chuckle. Judging by the way he was talking, he seemed to be talking on the phone. However, that wasn't my concern. Whenever work was mentioned and money was involved I paid attention, even if others called it eavesdropping. The conversation went on and on, and I stood there listening. To be honest, the man caught my attention according to what he said. Whoever he was talking to seemed to be looking for a surrogate. I knew how surrogates worked and knew the huge amount of money they were paid just to carry someone's child. 

It seemed risky, but I was amused, I didn't even know I was smiling, and before I could miss such an opportunity. I pushed the light down open, forgetting my manners and I barged inside the room.

“I'll get you one within this week and…”I stopped when I found a man dressed as a doctor, he had blonde hair, was slightly tall and a little lean. He wasn't so well-built or with broad shoulders like the men I saw, but his physique complimented his work which proved he didn't spend so much time in the gym but saving lives.

I felt ashamed and embarrassed as I stood there, he seemed to have sense and introduced or walked in on him without knocking. Turning around, he kept his phone slightly away from his ear and narrowed his eyes in a way that said he wasn't so pleased to see me.

“And…what can I do for you?” Even though his voice was calm, quiet, pleasant, and not so deep, I jerked back to my senses and moved forward a little. Not the way a human walked, but I guessed the doctor noticed my unusual movement hence shifted his gaze to my bandaged ankle then to my face.

“Vivienne, my name is Vivienne. …I…can I do it,” I stammered to say, looking for any words that would make sense and not sound as if I heard his private conversation? But I was interested in whatever offer he had.

“Excuse…miss, do you need help..?I see your foot was already attended to…if there is nothing, then I'll be happy if you left,” like a professional doctor and someone who was irritated with my rude behavior of barging inside a room when someone was there. It was unprofessional of me and rather ill-mannered, but I just wanted to take on the offer. It wasn't like I insulted him.

“I heard you say…you wanted a surrogate…well I can do it,” I blurred out not sure if the words came out right, but I was agitated, my heart was thumping loudly making me anxious. The man had a serious straight face which made it impossible for me to read his mind. He fully turned to me and lowered his hand.

“Ms…this isn't a joke…please if you have nothing to say…leave from here…I'm still on the phone,” he said walking toward me. He didn't sound happy, and I knew he took my words as a joke, but I was serious, I desperately wanted him to give me a chance. It was just being a surrogate it wasn't like I had to sleep with anyone who was a no for me.

“S-sir, please…I know you think I'm ill-mannered for coming in like this…but I overheard you talking about looking for a surrogate…j-just give me a chance I can do it,” if it was begging her would listen to them, I was willing to do something just to be accepted. I know my approach was the wrong one. However, I had no choice, plus from what I heard, the doctor hadn't found the surrogate yet. 

“Ms…this issue is delicate and grave...it's not a joke because we are talking about carrying someone's child in your womb for…9 months,” again he seemed irritated with me, I didn't understand why he failed to see how important this was. I didn't even know why he kept on looking at me as if…yes I had red hair, a rare face with green eyes but what did my looks have to do with being a surrogate? 

“And I'm a damn serious doctor…just tell me what to do, and I'll do it…just give me a chance,” I said boldly, giving nothing away and for a second, I saw a smug tug at the corners of his lips. He stared at me with warmth in his eyes, as if he was bewildered by my words, or was it my determination and courage, yes I was beautiful that was a fact, and I was tired of hearing people say it but what was wrong with people.

“Here…I'm not sure if you are the right one…but if you could go to this address and get interviewed…if you pass then…” he explained while handing me a card, I thought it was him I had to see, but it turned out that I had to go to some company and get interviewed. My eyes narrowed vividly as I read what was on the card, not sure why it had to be interviewed. It wasn't a job position was it.

“It's not a job interview…go there and the man who wants a surrogate will see you…if you pass, then I'm sure you won't have a problem,” he added as if he read my mind about job interviews which I preferred not to do. I looked up at the man and he was facing the table.

“But…okay…when should I go?” I wanted to ask more, but I shut my mouth and agreed. If I asked so many questions, then there was a chance I would think I wasn't being professional; hence I held the card and the man turned to me with his brows arched. 

“As early as tomorrow morning…8:30 AM sharp…and please abide by the man's rules if you want this to be a success,”

I failed to understand what he said, were there harsh rules, what sort of man was he that the doctor emphasized about going earlier than the time expected. I nodded in agreement and just like that I had a little hope. Lost in thoughts about what I was about to indulge myself in.

“Please…excuse me Ms…and if you don't mind me saying this…don't walk so much,” I was embarrassed as I glanced at my leg and knew I was asked to rest.

“Thanks,” I mumbled and turned to leave. All I had to do was go to the building the doctor told me. I knew I was rushing things, but at this time I was left with no choice. I had so many problems which required money and from what I heard, surrogates got paid millions.

“Good news boss, I found you a surrogate, “the doctor said over the phone and a stern hiss was heard from the other side.