Then, I turned to everyone in the room. "There are hors?d'oeuvres and wine. Please help yourselves. Thank you all for coming. I will keep you apprised of any developments. Please, do the same if anything happens in your covens, or if you discover any leads."
Then, I walked over to Drake. "May I speak with you privately?"
Drake nodded and followed me into a small conference room. I pulled out my checkbook and laid it down on the table. "Drake, I apologize that I haven't to the hospital lately, but Leila isn't well. I appreciate you keeping the deliveries coming, though." I started writing and added a few more zeros than usual, since I hadn't been to the hospital for a while, then tore it off and handed it to him.
"Thanks, Lance," Drake said, slipping the check into his pocket. "I'll make sure that the hospital gets this."
I nodded. "Thanks, Drake. I sincerely appreciate it."
"What's wrong with Leila?" Drake asked, concerned.
I took a deep breath. "She has severe preeclampsia."