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Authors: Willow Wilde
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front of his executive desk, behind which the Chairman himself stood.
“Please, have a seat,” he smiled cheerily as he waved me over. “Make yourself comfortable.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” I replied, returning his cheery smile with my own somewhat professional smirk. “So, how can I be of assistance, sir?”
The Chairman drifted his gaze, wandering around from behind his desk to hover at its side. He paused for a moment, apparently searching for the words before finally opening his mouth, silent for another second.
“Doctor Atwood, you’ve been part of this hospital for…how many years is it now? Four?”
“A couple of months makes five,” I answered, disguising my apprehension. Conversations that started this way with powerful people, much higher up the food chain…they didn’t tend to end well.
“Almost five years,” he murmured to himself. “And in this time, you have proven your commitment time and time again. Long, thankless hours, the usual hospital politics, and always a smile on your face. I don’t know how you do it.”
I was a little taken aback by his observations. “Well, it’s hard work, but I’m happy to do it,” I answered truthfully.
“Yes…quite,” he answered aloofly. Somehow, I got the odd sensation that I’d answered incorrectly.
While he oddly dwelled on his thoughts, I realized he wasn’t even looking at me. After half a minute of silence, I subtly snuck a look at my wristwatch.
“You must be wondering why I asked you here,” he instantly spoke aloud, turning back to stair out the large floor-to-ceiling window behind his desk. With his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed down onto the city streets. Meanwhile, I watched quizzically from my chair in front of his desk.
“Astute as always, sir.”
The Chairman’s gaze immediately snapped onto mine, and after a moment he chuckled. “Quite…as it so happens, Doctor, I have a favor to ask of you.”
The Chairman? Asking a favor of ME? “Whatever could I possibly do for you, sir?”
“A dear friend of mine requires medical attention, and I need a highly capable doctor to tend to his injuries,” he spoke, turning his face to gaze vaguely in my direction. “Are you up to it?”
“ Me? Chairman, sir, I’m flattered, but surely there are far more capable doctors than I here…”
“That’s partially true,” he observed, turning back around to face me again. “You see, Doctor Atwood, I’ve been studying your work for the last 24 hours. You’re young, highly brash, and make judgment calls on highly questionable hunches. Some of them, had they been brought to my attention earlier, might have landed you on silent probation…”
I gulped. The Chairman was fond of silent probation – his trademark approach of putting one of his employees on thin ice without telling them . It was an automatic “one strike, you’re out” policy – reserved for those he considered ultimately a liability to his tightly run hospital.
I know I’d had a few close calls before, but I apparently hadn’t realized how dangerously close to the edge I’d been.
“…However, the fact of the matter is that I wasn’t told, and I trust your ward. McGregor’s been loyal and highly competent for over thirty years. His judgment weighs heavy with me. If he thinks you haven’t been a liability yet, then I’m willing to overlook what I’ve seen…which brings me back to your competence.”
I listened carefully, hanging off of every word.
“You see, the problem with you is that you’ve had a particularly high track record of success under inopportune circumstances. You’ve only lost a couple of patients on a ratio that beats most of your peers – peers with decades of experience versus yours. Unlike most of them, you’re humble of your talents without belittling them – and you’re willing to do whatever it takes to get it done. Doctor
“Please, have a seat,” he smiled cheerily as he waved me over. “Make yourself comfortable.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” I replied, returning his cheery smile with my own somewhat professional smirk. “So, how can I be of assistance, sir?”
The Chairman drifted his gaze, wandering around from behind his desk to hover at its side. He paused for a moment, apparently searching for the words before finally opening his mouth, silent for another second.
“Doctor Atwood, you’ve been part of this hospital for…how many years is it now? Four?”
“A couple of months makes five,” I answered, disguising my apprehension. Conversations that started this way with powerful people, much higher up the food chain…they didn’t tend to end well.
“Almost five years,” he murmured to himself. “And in this time, you have proven your commitment time and time again. Long, thankless hours, the usual hospital politics, and always a smile on your face. I don’t know how you do it.”
I was a little taken aback by his observations. “Well, it’s hard work, but I’m happy to do it,” I answered truthfully.
“Yes…quite,” he answered aloofly. Somehow, I got the odd sensation that I’d answered incorrectly.
While he oddly dwelled on his thoughts, I realized he wasn’t even looking at me. After half a minute of silence, I subtly snuck a look at my wristwatch.
“You must be wondering why I asked you here,” he instantly spoke aloud, turning back to stair out the large floor-to-ceiling window behind his desk. With his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed down onto the city streets. Meanwhile, I watched quizzically from my chair in front of his desk.
“Astute as always, sir.”
The Chairman’s gaze immediately snapped onto mine, and after a moment he chuckled. “Quite…as it so happens, Doctor, I have a favor to ask of you.”
The Chairman? Asking a favor of ME? “Whatever could I possibly do for you, sir?”
“A dear friend of mine requires medical attention, and I need a highly capable doctor to tend to his injuries,” he spoke, turning his face to gaze vaguely in my direction. “Are you up to it?”
“ Me? Chairman, sir, I’m flattered, but surely there are far more capable doctors than I here…”
“That’s partially true,” he observed, turning back around to face me again. “You see, Doctor Atwood, I’ve been studying your work for the last 24 hours. You’re young, highly brash, and make judgment calls on highly questionable hunches. Some of them, had they been brought to my attention earlier, might have landed you on silent probation…”
I gulped. The Chairman was fond of silent probation – his trademark approach of putting one of his employees on thin ice without telling them . It was an automatic “one strike, you’re out” policy – reserved for those he considered ultimately a liability to his tightly run hospital.
I know I’d had a few close calls before, but I apparently hadn’t realized how dangerously close to the edge I’d been.
“…However, the fact of the matter is that I wasn’t told, and I trust your ward. McGregor’s been loyal and highly competent for over thirty years. His judgment weighs heavy with me. If he thinks you haven’t been a liability yet, then I’m willing to overlook what I’ve seen…which brings me back to your competence.”
I listened carefully, hanging off of every word.
“You see, the problem with you is that you’ve had a particularly high track record of success under inopportune circumstances. You’ve only lost a couple of patients on a ratio that beats most of your peers – peers with decades of experience versus yours. Unlike most of them, you’re humble of your talents without belittling them – and you’re willing to do whatever it takes to get it done. Doctor
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