Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: New Hires

Athena sat at her office desk, looking out the window at the urban sprawl beneath her.

The skyline was a mix of gleaming steel and glass buildings interwoven with patches of greenery, a landscape that reflected both the chaos and beauty of life. But her mind, at the moment, was stuck on a singular thought—Ewan’s carelessness.

Why hadn’t he dropped by for his check-up and treatment commencement as they had agreed?

He had promised he would, and she had thought that they were on good professional terms after their last conversation. Not that she cared about him as a person; it was just... strange.

Day after day went by without a word from him—no text, no calls, not even a simple inquiry about how she had made it home that night. Athena pushed aside the nagging thought that perhaps he had been manipulated again to think she was the villain.

But then that was his loss. She concluded. She wasn’t surprised either; Fiona had a way of taking what seemed innocent and twisting it into something altogether malevolent.

Yet, a flicker of concern coursed through her—a nagging reminder of the little time he had to treat himself. Would he really give up on the treatment?

She stood up and gazed out the window, taking a deep breath. The city was alive with movement; honking cars, bustling pedestrians, and street vendors peddling their wares ensured that life was never dull.

Her thoughts drifted back to her latest project—she needed to hire a couple of medical professionals to bolster the capacity for patient care, ensuring they could serve the growing clientele effectively.

Herbert had been good to his words, but so far she hasn’t been pleased with the offers coming in through the company’s website.

Just then, a light knock at the door interrupted her contemplation. It swung open slightly, revealing Ciara stepping in with an earnest expression.

"Excuse me, Doctor Athena," she said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I just wanted to inform you that the hiring process has officially begun for the new medical staff. I’ve been going through resumes and arranging interviews."

Athena’s heart lifted slightly at the news. "Thanks, Ciara. I appreciate your diligence on this. Let me know if you find anyone promising." A pause. "On second thought, Send them in."

Later in the afternoon, after going through several initial interviews, one candidate arrived who piqued her interest. He entered her office with a nervous air, fidgeting with his tie as if it were a noose.

Something about him felt familiar, although Athena couldn’t piece together why.

He looked like the quintessential ’nerdy’ doctor type; shy, dressed in a slightly oversized blazer, and adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses as he shuffled his feet, avoiding eye contact.

"Dr. Finnley?" She asked, referring to the name emblazoned on his CV.

"Yes, please call me Finn," he replied, his voice soft but steady. He had a boyish charm, and his apparent anxiety only made him appear more endearing.

"Alright, Finn. Let’s get started," she said, opening her folder of questions. "Tell me about a particularly challenging patient situation you’ve encountered in your training and how you handled it."

Finn took a deep breath, visibly calming himself as he launched into his story. "I was once working in the emergency room when a young girl came in with a severe asthma attack. The attending was preoccupied with another case, so I had to take the lead. I immediately started administering a nebulizer while simultaneously checking her vitals..."

As he shared the experience, Athena couldn’t help but admire his articulate response, each detail painting a picture of his critical thinking under pressure.

By the end of the interview, he had not only met her expectations but had also provided thoughtful and insightful answers to every question she posed.

Although she still couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of familiarity, she felt compelled to give him a chance.

"Alright, Finn," she said with a smile. "I think we can work with you here. Welcome to the team!"

His eyes lit up with a mixture of relief and gratitude, and he muttered an enthusiastic, "Thank you! I won’t disappoint you!"

As he left the office, she couldn’t shake the sense of unease pooling in her stomach, but she brushed it off.

Perhaps it was just nerves about bringing someone new into the fold.

Yet she resolved to keep an eye on him all the same—his nervous demeanor could work well in patient care but might have its drawbacks as well. She made a mental note to continuously assess his performance in the coming weeks.

An hour later, Athena paid a visit to Kendra’s guardian.

The sight of the latter’s steady progress filled Athena with immense relief. "Stella, you’re looking better every time I see you!" she exclaimed, a wide smile breaking across her face.

Stella smiled widely. "It’s all thanks to you, Doctor Athena. Thank you so much."

Athena waved the words away with a soft chuckle. "Can you sit now, without feeling dizzy?"

Stella nodded, and sat up. "Do you want to talk to me? Is it about the favor?"

Athena shook her head. "Just checking in on your level of progress. About the favor, we’ll discuss it when you are discharged."

Hopefully Chelsea will be around by then. She didn’t understand why her friend was keeping the test results from her.

’Until we meet again...’ The latter had said, when she had insisted on the results.

Stella nodded gratefully. "Alright then. Thank you so much."

’I finally found a driver for you. Come downstairs.’

Is this the driver? She wondered, judging him with a cursory glance as she approached.