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    Jamison beamed as Norah gave her consent atst.


    “Yeah!” he eximed, filled with excitement.


    He was overjoyed by the potential of Norah’s experience at Concord Hospital. He eagerly anticipated her return, relishing the opportunity to learn from her newfound knowledge and insights.


    The contrast in talent between Baylor and Norah was evident, rendering Jamison’s decision quite straightforward. Were it not for Norah initially declining, the spot would never have gone to Baylor.


    Upon returning to her office, Norah was met with the sight of Baylor’s smug expression. His arrogance seemed rooted in his belief that his medical skills were the reason for his selection. He unted this perceived status before his colleagues, blind to the obvious truth of Norah’s superiority.


    His smugness and resentment towards Norah were a direct result of her previous dismissal of him. His grudge was transparent in his interactions with her.


    He strode toward his seat with a smirk, his eyes rolling in exaggerated nonchnce as he addressed her.


    “So, Dr. Wilson, what did Dr. Herrera want with you?”


    Norah replied with a smile, savoring the opportunity to rub Baylor’s nose in the news. “Well, he has invited me to visit his office daily to offer advice and suggestions. It appears he cares quite a bit, doesn’t he?”


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    Hearing her boast about her closeness with Jamison, Baylor’s desire to outdo Norah prompted him to brag about his participation in the exchange program at Concord Hospital.


    “You know, Concord Hospital has a lot of internal rules that can be confusing for neers. I’ve had the opportunity to familiarize myself with them recently.”


    His so-called knowledge of the hospital was merely gleaned from social media and news articles, without ever setting foot in the facility.


    Eager to hear more, one of Baylor’s colleagues chimed in.


    “Dr. Padi, you seem to know quite a bit about Concord Hospital. Do share what you’ve learned with us!” Another chimed in, “Yes, please do tell. We’d love to hear what you have to say.”


    Baylor, sensing the attention of the other doctors, yed up his apparent knowledge of Concord Hospital with a hint of hesitancy.


    “I’m sorry, but Dr. Herrera instructed me not to gossip,” he said, his expression feigning concern. “I’m afraid I cannot say any more on the matter.”


    Norah, anticipating his act, wasted no time in calling him out.


    “Are you done bragging? Stay out of my way, Dr. Padi.”


    Norah had learned the hard way that some people in the hospital could not be trusted, as two of her so-called “friends” had ulterior motives. Their friendliness was merely a mask for more sinister intentions. She now knew to be wary of those who might try to take advantage of her.


    Jolie hurried to catch up with Baylor as he finished lunch, urgently asking, “Baylor, do you have a minute?” He shot a nce of annoyance at her, signaling his desire to avoid any form of engagement with her. His distaste for the impending conversation was apparent.


    If Baylor and Jolie had been aware that they had both betrayed each other in front of Norah, their fragile rtionship would have undoubtedly been shattered.


    “I’m really busy. Can you just go straight to the point?”


    Jolie began her gossipden tale with a syrupy tone.


    “Dr. Padi, congrattions on your aplishments. The whole department is buzzing about your sess.”


    Her voice took a more sinister turn as she added, “However, Dr. Wilson was quick to mention that you were being pretentious as soon as you were out of earshot.”


    Baylor’s cheeks burned with humiliation as she struck at the very heart of his false bravado. He was well aware of his own duplicity, and to be confronted with it in such a manner was intensely difiting.


    Hisposure wavered as he struggled to maintain his facade of cool indifference.


    “She really said that?” Jolie fanned the mes of Baylor’s discontent, feeding him gossip and sowing seeds of suspicion.


    “Oh, yes! I heard it myself. No one else will tell you, though—they’re too busy kissing up to her, Jamison’s favorite.”


    Baylor’s eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze upon Jolie.


    “And why are you telling me this?” he asked, suspicion etched across his face.


    With her voiceced with bitterness, she answered, “It’s because I hate Norah. We all toil here, but she’s the chosen one, the apple of Jamison’s eye. She treats us all like dirt, acting superior to everyone else in the department.”


    Her distorted view of Norah overlooked her humble nature, which was gracefully disyed despite her superior skills. Norah had never condescended to her colleagues, a mark of integrity that eluded Jolie’s spiteful narrative.


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