Semua Bab Surgeon's Revenge: From Ex Wife To Country's Best Doctor : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Spencer's POV I looked at her for a long moment."You said yes?" I said. "To Nicholas Cruz.""To using what he has access to." She held my gaze. "Which is different.""Is it?" I asked."Spencer...""He kissed you yesterday." I looked at her directly. "Yesterday he kissed you in a hospital corridor and today you agreed to work with him.""He came to me," she said. "I didn't go looking for him.""Of course you didn't." I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed and sat there with my elbows on my knees looking at the window. She shifted behind me. "He said he wants to help. That he has access to Konrad and Calista that we don't. That he can get into rooms and conversations that we can't reach from the outside." She paused. "He said he'd report everything directly to me.""And you believed him?" I looked at the window."I believed that he's useful," she said. "Believing him and using what he has aren't the same thing.""He knows exactly what he's doing," I said. "He's going to use this t

Nicholas's POV I left my apartment at nine twenty.The drive to Riverside Park took fifteen minutes on a good day. I gave myself twenty five and still sat in the car for four minutes after I parked, looking at the entrance to the playing fields. I was fifteen minutes early, which I'd told myself was about being present for Aiden and had nothing to do with wanting to arrive before Spencer.I walked through the gate and scanned the sideline.Of course Spencer was already there.He was standing about twenty feet from the halfway line with two coffees, one in each hand, talking to Valeria who was beside him with her notebook open. He was in a dark jacket, relaxed, already completely at home on the sideline of my son's soccer game the way he was completely at home everywhere that had anything to do with my children. The two of them had their heads together over something in the notebook and he was pointing at something on the page and she was nodding with the expression she used when some

Calista's POV His assistant tried to stop me at the door."Ms. Lancaster, he's in a meeting...""He'll see me." I smiled at her the way I smiled at people whose job it was to be in my way. "Tell him I'm here."She picked up the phone, said my name into it. A pause, then she set it down and looked at me with the expression of someone delivering news they didn't want to."He said you can go in."I smoothed my jacket and opened the door.Nicholas was at his desk with his sleeves rolled up and a file open in front of him. He looked up when I came in."You look exhausted," I said and sat across from him. "When did you last sleep properly?""What do you need?" He closed the file."I was in the building." I crossed my legs, settled back. "I thought I'd check in. We haven't talked since the dinner.""We talked at the dinner." His voice was flat."Nicholas." I looked at him. "That wasn't talking." I tilted my head. "I'm trying to have an actual conversation with you."He looked at me for a mo

Scarlett's POV Lauren and I walked past my office, past the nursing station, all the way to the small break room at the end of the surgical corridor that nobody used before eight. She pushed the door open and checked it was empty and let it close behind us."There's a complaint," she said.I looked at her. "What kind?""Board level. Filed Friday evening." She crossed her arms. "It's informal for now, which means it hasn't triggered a formal review yet.""Which case is it?" I asked."The Smith's case." She held my gaze. "That happened six weeks ago."I was quiet for a moment. "What specifically is the complain about.""It's about the approach you used in hour three when the pressure dropped." She paused. "Whoever wrote it knows surgery, Scarlett. This isn't a patient complaint. This isn't someone's family member upset about bedside manner. Someone who understands what happens in an OR wrote this."I looked at the coffee machine."Walden," I said."His name isn't on it," Lauren said im

Nicholas's POV The contract arrived at four seventeen.I was at my desk when the email came through. Hannah had forwarded it the way she forwarded everything, efficiently and without comment. I looked at the attachment in my inbox for a moment.Then I forwarded it to Scarlett without opening it and put my phone face down on the desk.I sat there for forty minutes doing work I wasn't fully concentrating on and waiting for my phone to move.It moved at four fifty eight.I picked up. "Did you get it?""I got it," she said."And?" I said."It's clean," she said."That's good isn't it?" I asked."No," she said. "It's not."I leaned back in my chair. "What do you mean?""A consulting engagement at that fee level has variables," she said. "Tax implications, liability clauses, performance benchmarks, dispute resolution language. Real contracts for real work are messy because real work is messy." A pause. "This contract has none of that. Every line is smooth. Every clause is standard. There's