Paging Doctor Love

The Boss

I look up and close my eyes. I see myself 12 years ago. I've been studying so hard to become a good doctor. I had sleepless nights. I always carried two enormous Anatomy and Physiology books with me and I barely gave time to myself. My life was focused on my dream. This is my dream. This is the moment. I smile to the thought that finally, after long years of waiting and studying, I am here.

The wind suddenly blows, then I remember Mr. Stanford. How can I forget him? I know I owe him an apology. I never expect I'd meet him this way. I open his private room and regret the moment I enter. There is an attractive, tall , long-legged, red-haired woman sitting beside him. I open the door once again to take my exit. This is so embarassing.

"Are you Mr. Standford's doctor?"

"Ah eh. Yes Ma'am!" I turn around and walk towards her.

I can see Stanford looking towards my direction. His eyes seem are blazing and lock towards me. I gulp.

"Why, thank you for taking care of me Dr?" I realize he's asking me.

"Dr. Cross, sir. The pleasure is on me."

"So you work here. What a coincidence. I'm looking forward to know you better" He grins.

I am definitely in tremor. Know me better? I fake a smile.

"How are you feeling sir?"

"I'm more than fine. Thank you." He replied. I notice he seem to be a very secretive person.

He turn away and start talking to the woman beside him.

"Before I forgot, this is my personal assistant, Gela. She's in charge of me."

I don't give a fuck on whe she is.

"If you need anything, just press the buzzer." I smiled at them.

"You ran away from me." He laughed.

I didn't mind what he just said and burst outside the room. I have to see Lica. I storm my way to Starbucks.

"Oh hi Bea! What's up? What's with your face? You were happy earlier."

"Nothing." I lied. Should I tell her? She deserves to know. "Well, the case is, I had an accident this morning."

"Accident? How?! Oh please, here we are again."

 In my clumsy moments, Lica was there. I know she's been immuned to my clumsiness.

"I wasn't hurt anyway. The man who I owe an apology because of the accident earlier was confined in the hospital where I'm working."

"Confined? Was he hurt because of the accident?"

"No, no! He is over-fatigued. I have nothing to do with his confinement."

"And?"

"He said he wants to know me better. I ran away from him this morning and never asked for an apology. What if he messes up with my life? He's damn rich. You know what a rich man can do."

"Don't worry about that. I'm here. I'm Black Widow and I can protect you."

We both laugh. I'm over-thinking this.

I go back to the hospital and attend patients. It is almost 6 on my watch. Man, I haven't noticed it was getting dark. While I was scanning the master’s list of diagnosis, I bump into something hard. My nose hurts like hell.

“I’m so sorry.” I muttered while picking up the documents splattered on the floor.

“This is the second time around. You owe me a lot Dr. Cross.”

The voice seems familiar. Oh no. I fix my eyes to him.

“I’m terribly sorry Mr. Standford. And about this morning, I know I was out of the line. I ran away from you because I don’t know what I should tell you. I was shocked. Please set aside what happened.”

“Set aside? You amuse me Beatrice.”

He knows my name? Stupid. Of course! I have a nametag on my coat. I’m sure he noticed it.

“With all due respect sir, I’m asking for an apology and if you don’t want to accept it, then don’t.”

“You think you’re strong?”

“Look. I don’t give a damn on whether you accept my apology or not. This is life. This is reality. Something’s really got to give. So, excuse me.”

I walk as fast as I could then unexpectedly a strong force pull and pin me on the hospital’s wall.

“You don’t know me do you?”

“I know you. You’re Mr. Stanford and I know that you are rich and have power in the way you dress. And remember, I saw your car earlier. I also came to know that you can do anything with me but please, keep your thoughts on your mind.”

“Let’s see.”

 I can see vigor in his eyes. In a swift move, I can feel his lips touching mine. He’s aggressive. I move my head so he can’t kiss me, and push him hard but failed. I grab his hair and try to pull it down. But his hands catch mine and with strong will, he pinned it towards the wall. I start crying.

“Please stop this.” I cried.

He’s so busy kissing me violently. I can taste blood in my mouth. I kick him powerfully and ran away from him.

“Nice kissing you Doctor. But remember, you can never ran away from me again.” He shouted.

It was just a small accident. Does he have any psychological problem? Why does he have to act that way? It is rude, really rude to treat me that way. I can’t stop sobbing. I feel like I lost my dignity. I never want to see him again. After what he did to me, I want to kill him. His last words ring on my head.

“You can never run away from me again.”

What does he mean? I don’t want to be tortured. That bastard. If killing is an exception to the law, I’ll cut off his head the moment I see him again. He has no heart and feelings. I want to curse him! Really curse him. I will never mett him again. I wipe my tears away. There’s an event on the conference room again. This time, I’ll be meeting the hospital and Seline Casino’s proprietor.

Stop thinking what happened earlier Bea. That doesn’t count as your first kiss. I wash my face and apply some mascara. I sent a message to my mates. I need to find them.

 I can see, Chad, Belle, Thalia Bryser, Lea, Jory and Clark. We sit down together and wait for the program to begin. The program starts and I find myself bored. I didn’t manage to absorb what the speaker’s talking about. Instead, I played games on my phone.

“Hey Bea! We need to stand up!” Clark commanded.

Clark is handsome. He has baby blue eyes and a smart mouth. I think Lea has a crush on him. Who wouldn’t? I mean he’s responsible and he looks like Ansel Elgort.

“And why? It’s just a stupid program. And no one can see me here.”

“You think? The hospital’s CEO is here!”

“Oh! I’m sorry.”

I hide my cellphone and stand up. 30 feet away from me is Mr. Standford. I gaze at the projector. My mouth open wide.

EDWARD STANFORD, CEO

What the fuck? He owns this hospital? That ruthless bastard owns this? He’s a total jerk. My thoughts start spinning on my head. This is the end of me. He is the boss. Specifically, my boss. He’ll make my life miserable.

“Holy mackerel! Jory! You didn’t tell me he owns this hospital.” I eyed Jory.

“Good for you Cross. You’re expression now is priceless.” Jory muttered.

The man who stole my first kiss, the man who made my day miserable and the man who I want to kill and curse is no other than my boss.