The CEO and The Doctor

5. "It makes you look like you need to be shifted to the psych ward stat."

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A FEW DAYS LATER

"Dr. Aysel..." Dr. Bailey approached me, and I stood up from my chair in the OPD. "Are you done with the documentation?"

"There's still some left." I told her, earning a nod.

"I want to speak to you about something," she began, and I looked at her expectantly. "You did a commendable job with taking care of Mr. Knight. Most of the junior doctors were afraid of even standing in the same room as him, but you dealt with him in a suitable and professional manner."

I couldn't believe it. She was actually praising me?

"Thank you, Dr. Bailey. It means a lot coming from you." I was genuinely grateful. At least she was acknowledging my efforts.

That man tried bringing my self esteem down and even almost broke my pretty little shoulder. The hospital should have presented me an award.

"He's the biggest funder of our hospital, so his well being was extremely important."

"Oh."

She nodded. "Complete the documentation, and tend to any patients that come to the OPD. I'm going to the OT for a surgery."

I nodded, watching her leave the small room inside which I sat.

About twenty minutes later, I heard footsteps approaching the room, but didn't look up from the papers I was working on.

Someone stood in the doorway, clearing their throat to ask for attention. It was then I looked up.

My spine froze, my eyes widening as they met a pair of intimidating dark brown ones.

What the hell is he doing back here?

"Why are you here?" I asked, almost sounding annoyed once I found my voice.

He raised an eyebrow, taking small predatory steps forward, before sitting down on the chair at the opposite end of the table.

His eyes locked with mine. "I need to speak to Dr. Bailey."

"She's in the OT."

"When will she be out?" He asked.

"I don't know. Definitely not before an hour."

He sighed.

"What do you need?" I asked.

"You can't help me with that, little one."

I frowned. "I told you not to call me that."

"Sure, Alyssa."

My frown deepened. "You know exactly what my name is. You do this stupid act on purpose."

The corner of his lip lifted up into a smirk. "Do you think I have the time or will to remember the name of an ordinary girl like you?" His tone was condescending.

"Do you think acting like this makes you look cool? It makes you look like you need to be shifted to the psych ward stat." I shot back bitterly.

He snickered. "Are you single, little doctor?"

"Are you checking if I'm available?"

He threw his head back, laughing humourlessly. "No, just wondering who would be stupid enough to date you."

"Says the the guy whose family didn't even come see him after he got shot." The words left my mouth before I could stop them.

I watched his face go from relaxed to strained, before he rose from his seat, balling up his fists.

Rage emanated from his existence, and now I felt afraid.

He slammed his rolled up fists on the table, making me jump. "Do you know who I am?! I can have you fired from this hospital in the blink of an eye, and fired so that you would never find a job in the whole of the country ever again!"

I flinched at the loud tone of his voice, my heart palpitating at his threat.

I stood up from my chair slowly, squeezing my eyes shut. I did forget who I was talking to. He was the most dangerous and powerful man in the country.

I stood in silence, not meeting his gaze. I could see his chest rising and falling sharply.

"I... I'm not afraid of you." The words flew out of my mouth.

I wanted to slap myself.

The next second, he had walked around the table to stand in front of me. I dared lifting my gaze to glance into his eyes. The brewing storm within them consumed me with fear.

I gasped in shock as his big hand roughly grabbed my chin, pulling me closer. My heart thumped dangerously in my chest. "You're not afraid of me? You'll learn to be." He whispered menacingly into my ear, his hot breath on my ear making me shudder.

Then he pushed me away just as roughly as he had grabbed me, before storming out of the room.

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THE NEXT DAY

"Dr. Aysel..." A colleague walked up to me, while I stood checking a patient's blood pressure.

"Yes?" I asked, recording the patient's bp.

"You've been asked to come to the CEO's office." He replied.

I frowned in confusion. "What? The CEO?"

"Yeah... what did you do, Aysel?" Concern flashed over his face as he questioned softly.

Panic consumed me. "I... I didn't do anything." I said, shaking, trying to remember if I had made any mistake. What could I have possibly done for the CEO of the hospital to be calling me?

I pressed my lips together, my head spinning.

"You better hurry, I guess. You don't want to anger him." He reasoned.

I nodded weakly, starting to walk in the direction of the CEO's office.

I felt more lightheaded and scared with each step I took. Was that normal? To be called to the CEO's office? That too for an ordinary junior doctor like me who hadn't been working there too long?

My mind kept wracking for any memory of any single blunder I may have made. But I couldn't think of a single thing. Besides, if I was ever a part of something major like a surgery, I was always supervised and obviously not alone.

Then what could possibly be the reason?

I stood before the CEO's office that was situated in a secluded corner. I remained in front of the door, panicked and unmoving, before I took a deep breath and finally knocked.

"Come in." A voice sounded from the other end of the door.

I took another deep breath, pushing the door open.

The room was spacious and spotless, with a large desk sitting in the centre. Behind the desk, the CEO himself sat, with his back toward me.

I swallowed nervously, clearing my throat before I spoke. "You called me, sir?"

He spun the chair around, and when his gaze met mine, my jaw dropped to the floor.

"You?!"