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“None at all, we just don’t want you to forget our deal,” he explained.
“I still don’t get how you want me to convince her to sell her hospital,” I answered. “Why do you even want it in the first place? She just acquired it recently.”
“It’s more or less a reward for you,” he explained. “If you can get the staff on your side, she might be able to trust you enough to manage the hospital, which should help increase your connections.”
“What do you guys get?” I asked, still skeptical of the whole thing.
“We aren’t interested, to be honest,” he replied hastily. “Just do your best okay?”
The call ended.
After medical school ended, I was focused on getting my name out there and set up my hospital; so I never heard about Tabitha. Her name only came up when I was seeking support for the hospital I built. One of the persons I had met mentioned Tabitha’s hospital, while referencing the fact that Tabitha and I were in the same school
I wasn’t struggling, though. My income was already in the millions,. so I didn’t have to worry. That’s when I received the call. At first, they said they wanted to reunite Tabitha and me. I don’t know how, but they knew that Tabitha and I had had a lot of trouble in school.
Someone from our school was keeping these strangers informed. While a part of me wanted to teach Tabitha a lesson, the other part wanted to protect her as well. They didn’t seem dangerous; yet they had made no moves until the call.
“Then again, I don’t even think this is something I should be bothering myself about,” I said to myself as I put my phone in my pocket and returned inside.
Chapter seven
The Silent Competition
Tabitha
A patient told me that apologizing is easy; all I had to do was open my mouth and say “sorry”. But if you're still with pride as enormous as mine, you would realize how hard it is to actually apologize for things you know you're in the wrong about.
I didn't apologize. He should have been gone. I had clearly stated that I didn't want to be sleeping with staff. What if he had taken pictures of me while I was asleep, uploaded them, and then deleted them?
Now that I think about it, that's a significant problem.
I still didn't want to apologize. We would see each other in the hallways and walk past each other like nothing had happened. Each time I did it, I felt terrible. It felt like I was the only one bothered. He didn't seem like he needed me to apologize for anything. So, my apology would be a waste of time.
And then, a week passed.
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Story time.
As the second oldest child, I always felt the need to be at the center of my siblings' demands. All they needed to do was ask me. Then again, if you grew up in a house like mine, you'd realize that you were better off doing things yourself rather than getting someone else to do them for you.
I didn't want to admit it, but that mindset stuck. For instance, I claimed that I wanted an assistant to help me care for things at my new hospital. But ever since Bruce joined the hospital, I had yet to ask him to work with me closely and learn the job role assigned to him.
I kept putting off allowing Bruce to work with Alex. The same thing happened when I set up the two hospitals. I spent my time at each of them when I could have just sent some of my trusted colleagues to handle the management themselves.
It shames me to admit it, but the only reason I did this was to show that I was capable of handling things. When you have parents who expect you to handle anything, the ability just grows on you. It was frustrating, though. Lucas kept within his limits, and no one complained.
If I were subpar, I would have received the beatings of hell. I had grown to have everyone look at me with eyes of adoration, expectation, and the mindset that I was able to handle everything on my own.
So, what's the purpose of the story? Everything I had built was slowly being taken over by someone who needed to work more closely with me. And here's how I found out.
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It was a week after the incident with Bruce. I resumed my duties and had yet to apologize. I expected some patients to come around, but I was surprised that none did. Granted, I used my free time to prepare for my presentation in Zurich, but I couldn't help feeling worried about it.
I checked the records and even called my secretary.
“Oh, you mean Mr. Alison?” Liz, my secretary, asked. “The new doctor was able to handle his request.”
