The moment Sloane walked into the hospital, she could feel her colleagues staring at her with strange, uncomfortable expressions.
She had a sinking suspicion it was because of Tristan York!
When Tristan was dragged away in handcuffs last night, her first fear was that it would jeopardize her job. After all, his father practically owned the hospital.
Sure enough, she had barely settled into her department before Director Thomas Thorne, the head of surgery, called her into his office.
With a heavy, loaded gaze, Director Thomas Thorne asked, "Dr. Sutton, did some sort of misunderstanding occur between you and the hospital director's son last night?"
He emphasized the word 'misunderstanding' so heavily it practically hung in the air.
Sloane remained silent.
What was she supposed to say?
No?
The security bots had recorded the entire assault. She couldn't lie her way out of hard evidence.
Yes?
Then what would happen to her career?
Director Thomas Thorne leaned forward, making his threat crystal clear. "Dr. Sutton, you've been a resident here for a year, and you were just assigned to my highly competitive department. I see a lot of potential in you. That's why I allowed you to assist on two incredibly complex surgeries, even though you're still just a resident. That kind of hands-on experience is vital for your future, wouldn't you agree?
"If you were transferred to a different hospital—or a lesser department—you wouldn't get those kinds of opportunities.
"Besides, you're wearing the Global Fertility Association's band now. The security bots will protect you. You're perfectly safe."
Sloane kept her hands folded tightly in her lap, her fingernails biting into her skin as she weighed her options.
After agonizing for a long moment, the crushing weight of reality forced her to submit. "Whatever happened last night must have been a... misunderstanding."


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