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Noel thought. ‘She’s always been strapped for cash and greedy for money. The moment she hears her paycheck’s gone, she’ll come crawling back
But all he heard next was Camila’s cold laugh. “Mr. Anderson, seems like no one told you–I already quit”
“Quit? Since when? Why wasn’t I informed? Noel asked.
Camila replied lightly. “You’ve got a lot on your plate. Small fry like me leaving isn’t worth your attention.”
Something in her serious tone told him she wasn’t bluffing. Noel’s expression darkened. His voice dropped, low and cold. “You quit without my approval? Who gave you the right? I don’t approve it. Get back to work immediately.”
Camila scoffed and snapped. “Save the tough guy act for Shirley. Don’t come at me like some unhinged CEO wannabe–it’s not intimidating, just plain sleazy.”
Without giving him another second to talk, she hung up and instantly blocked his number.
Noel stared at the screen, his face so grim it looked like a thunderstorm was about to break loose. The air around him grew tenser by the second.
Standing off to the side, Tyrell could practically feel the temperature in the room drop.
He didn’t dare make a sound and only muttered inwardly, When the boss loses it, it’s always us poor working stiffs who get scorched. Paychecks are hard to cam,
and the crap we have to go through is just too much. Just our hick!
After standing in line for what felt like forever, Camila finally made it to the front desk. She stated directly that she wanted to register with the senior traditional medicine doctor Brenden had recommended.
But the staffer said apologetically, “Sorry, Dr. Quilter’s appointments are booked out till next month. If you’re not in a rush, I can help you make a
reservation now.
Camila frowned, thinking, “Next month? That’s way too late. Mr. Moone’s tour is next month. How am I supposed to be ready if my treatment doesn’t start until then?
The staffer looked at her, confused, “Ms. Bateman!”
Camila snapped out of her thoughts and forced a polite smile, though her face had gone a little pale. “Yes, please make the reservation.”
“Okay.” The staffer nodded.
Five minutes later, Camila stepped out of the Traditional Medicine Center, her documents clutched in hand. The sky above was grey and heavy. mirroring her mood. She gripped the strap of her chain bag tightly.
missout
She wondered, “Am I really going to miss out on such an amazing opportunity again?
On the top floor of the hospital, a conference was underway to present the latest results of an aortic surgery study–a breakthrough that, if confirmed, could mark another major milestone in the history of cardiac surgery.
The room was filled with department heads, professors from top medical schools, and leading experts in the field. The atmosphere was formal and focused.
At the front stood Johnathon. Tall and composed, dressed in a white coat, he looked sharp and refined, with a striking face and a poised, effortless elegance.
He held a presentation remote in his graceful fingers, his speech clear and methodical as he explained the research findings.
Mid–sentence, his eyes swept casually toward the window and suddenly, he stopped. The abrupt pause drew everyone’s attention. Heads turned in confusion, puzzled by the sudden silence.
Johnathon glanced outside again, then swiftly put down the remote. “Excuse me, something urgent came up,” he said, his voice low and calm. “Let’s take a short break.”
Before anyone could react, he grabbed his phone from the podium and walked straight out of the conference room, his steps fast and purposeful
towards the elevator.
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Right on cue, the elevator doors slid open at the top floor. By the time his assistant made it into the hallway, Johnathon was already gone
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