*~~Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Two~~*

{~~Avery Sterling~~}

Six hours... damn. I stretched my arms, trying to shake off the stiffness that had settled into my muscles. Glancing at the pile of work I’d gotten through, I sighed. Emails had been sent to the hospital suppliers, pushing them to expedite the delivery of the medical equipment we desperately needed. It wasn’t just a polite nudge either; it was the kind of demand that would cut into our funding—money that we couldn’t afford to lose. We were already walking a financial tightrope.

And then there was Darren. He wasn’t rich, not by any stretch of the imagination. So where the hell was the money coming from to pull all of this off? It had to be from Logan’s accounts. They must’ve siphoned money from him. My head throbbed at the thought. I rubbed my forehead, pushing the frustration away for the moment. There was no time to dwell on that right now.

I stood up, stretching my legs and back before heading to the desk. I quickly transferred all the data I had gathered onto a