Mason let out a sigh of relief as well. He crouched at the side, took his phone out of his windbreaker, and made a call, “Get my hospital ready for a patient. We’ll be there right away.”

There was a brief pause before someone answered, “Understood, Mr. Mason!”

Giving Zoe his phone, he helped Gordon up gently, carried him on his back, and went down the stairs. The elevator was out of order.

Mason carried a one hundred and fifty-four pounds grown man down ten levels. His white shirt was comple