If the Chief of Surgery is here, it means this is bad. Like, earth-shatteringly bad. He loathes his bureaucratic duties like no oneelse. Doesn’t move from his OR unless the MRI machine is on fire or the hospital’s about to get sued into the ground.
And since I can’t smell barbecue…
“Gentlemen. Thank you for coming.” He shakes both their hands. “Nurse Winters,” he adds, sans handshake and with thesourest tone I’ve ever heard.
Fuck. Fuckity-f**k-f**k, with a side of duck with an F. I have no idea whether my contract of employment includes anexclusivity clause, but clearly, it must, right? Because there can only be one reason we’re all here.
Brad found out about my other contract.
And he’s here to rat me out to whoever will listen.
We’re made to
