Chapter 41
Elara
“Oh my
my goodness, is that Dr. Elara?” The whispers and murmurs ripple through the room, growing louder with each passing second.
“Dr. Elara? The famous brain surgeon” one voice gasps in disbelief.
“Yes! And she’s the alpha’s mate! I never thought I’d see the day when Dr. Martha wasn’t bluffing!”
“Someone pinch me, I must be dreaming! Wait–hey! You bastard! You pinched way too hard?”
The sudden outburst cuts through the gossip, and I feel a wave of heat rise to my cheeks. My stomach twists as I struggle to think straight. This is…
lot.
When Martha had told me that I had some… dedicated fans at the hospital, I didn’t realize she meant actual fans! I thought she meant one or two people who knew me, not the whole damn hospital!
The moment we drove onto the hospital grounds, Martha had tried to warn me that a crowd might rush in when they saw me. I laughed it off, wondering just how big of a crowd she was talking about.
But now, standing here with all eyes on me. I wish I had taken her warning seriously. The entire hospital seems to have turned upside down.
1 step back, a bit overwhelmed by the crowd. My eyes dart around, trying to take in everything at once.
“Dr. Elarat I’m a huge fan! I’ve read all your books! I love you so much!” one voice calls out, a mix of awe and excitement in their tone.
“Dr. Elara! Please, look here!” another voice shouts, jumping up and down in an attempt to get my attention.
Thear Martha sigh dramatically from beside me, and before I can even react, she pulls her fingers to her mouth and whistles loudly. The sharp sound cuts through the noise like a knife, and almost instantly, all eyes snap to her.
“Wright, enough of the fan club!” Martha announces with a grin, her voice cuting through the excited chatter. “Let’s give the lady some space so she can introduce herself properly”
The crowd falls silent, their sparkling eyes snapping back to me, their expressions resembling kids who were watching their favourite cartoons. 1 glance at Martha, who gives me an encouraging smile and a nod
“Elara.” Martha prompts gently with a small smile. I blink, snapping out of my thoughts, and clear my throat to speak.
“Hi, everyone. My name is Elara.” I begin, pausing briefly to straighten my posture as I take in the beaming faces before me. It’s not that I’m afraid of public speaking–far from it. But because I’m not used to being looked at like this, Like I’m someone important.
Tm excited to be here and to work alongside all of you, I continue, my lips curving into a small, genuine smile. “Let’s make this a great experience together: The crowd erupts into applause, and I can’t help but chuckle softly.
“We are honored to have you work with us too, someone says, and I turn to see an elderly man standing beside Martha.
His kind smile instantly puts me at ease, the corners of his eyes crinkling warmly. His gray hair is neatly combed back, and he carries himself with a slight air of authority of someone who has seen decades of life but remains full of energy.
“It’s truly a privilege to welcome someone as accomplished as you. Dr. Elara,” he continues, extending a hand toward me.
I accept his handshake, feeling the firmness of his grip, and offer a polite smile in return. “Thank you. It’s an honor to be here.”
Martha chimes in, her tone light as she speaks with pride “Elara, meet Dr. Gregory, one of the most respected surgeons in the hospital. If anyone can show you the ropes around here, it’s him. Oh, and did I mention he’s also the director of the hospital? Though, between you and me, he’s a kind but hopelessly lazy old man.”
Dr. Gregory lets out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. “Ah, Martha, you always know how to paint the most flattering pictures of me.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Dr. Gregory.” I say sincerely.
“The pleasure is mine, young lady,” he replies, releasing my hand. “I look forward to working alongside you. Welcome to the madhouse,”
“Madhouse?” I ask, cocking my head to the side. Though I’m not entirely surprised–working in a hospital often feels like it.
Dr. Gregory chuckles, folding his arms across his chest as Martha leans in to whisper in my ears “Oh, you’ll see soon enough. The drama around
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here is indeed something”
1 look at her in confusion, about to ask what she means by that, but the words in my mouth die down, just as the murmurs in the room quiet.
“Ugh, here they come again, someone mutters from the crowd, rolling their eyes.
The unmistakable sound of heels clicking against the polished floor echoes through the hallway, growing louder with each step. Like a scene straight out of a drama, the crowd parts, creating a clear path as though rehearsed.
I instinctively take a step back, unsure of what’s happening, when a group of smartly dressed women strides into view. Their matching white coats are perfectly tailored, their makeup flawless, and their expressions radiate a mix of confidence and superiority.
“The goddesses of surgery, Martha whispers beside me in slight amusement,
“Who?” I whisper back, still trying to process everything happening at once.
Dr. Gregory sighs, rubbing his temples. “The self–proclaimed queens of the hospital. You’ll get used to them eventually.”
I look at them as they narrow their sharp glares on me, sending a shiver down my spine–especially the glare from the one in the middle,
“So, it’s true,” the one in the center sneers, stepping forward, her eyes narrowing as if I’m nothing more than an ant beneath her heel. “The hospital actually hired someone like you. Someone who hasn’t even performed a surgery in years, and here you all are,” she gestures to the crowd, her voice dripping with disdain. “Tawning over her like she’s some kind of legend.”
I frown as I stare at her, my brows furrowing deeply. In that moment, only one thought crosses my mind
What in the cliche is happening here? Are we shooting a drama or something?!
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