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    Olivia’s POV


    Impatiently, Olivia paced back and forth in the small office in the hospital where she had been made to wait for the Head Healer. She had no idea what he could be doing that was more important than speaking with her, but it put her in an even worse mood


    than she’d already been in.


    And she’d already been furious.


    This old man, the Head Healer, had screwed up her plot to get Healer Amanda fired. Not only did he fail, but he also was caught, and would now carry the weight of suspicion. Fortunately, his ipetence had been on full disy, and everyone seemed ready


    to me that than any intentional maliciousness.


    As someone who knew the truth, as someone who plotted this, Olivia was one of the few who knew the Head Healer wasn’t just ipetent, he was an utter failure.


    He had failed so spectacrly in getting Healer Amanda fired that now Julian had appointed her to head a study instead.


    Worse, Julian spoke of Healer Amanda at every opportunity. He wouldn’t shut up about her, even when Olivia tried to change the


    subject.


    It made Olivia’s blood boil.


    Finally, the door opened and the ipetent jackass himself entered the room.


    He didn’t seem to notice Olivia at first. Was he not told she was waiting? Even more ipetence.


    She hated being ignored.


    When the Head Healer did finally look up, he jumped seeing Olivia standing there in his office. His face was wide with shock for a


    moment, before he recovered and schooled his features.


    “Agent Luna, what a… nice surprise. How can I help you?”


    “I don’t believe that I need to point out how much you have failed me,” Olivia told him.


    “No.” The Head Healer at least had the decency to seem ashamed of himself, slightly lowering his head. “I’m sorry that -”


    “Save your apologies,” Olivia said, cutting him off. “If you want to make it up to me, and prove to me that you have some value, then you will help me with a new n.


    His gaze lifted back up to Olivia, curious interest dancing in his eyes.


    Good. Perhaps this wasn’t such a total waste of time after all.


    Olivia had guessed correctly before making her first n that the Head Healer disliked Healer Amanda enough to help ruin her without needing much convincing. He hadn’t even asked for anything in return.


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    Why would he? He had run this hospital for years as the most prolific and valued Healer of the pack. Then, suddenly, overnight, Healer Amanda came in and stole all the glory and all the clients.


    –


    This wasn’t just about reputation. It was also about money.


    “What did you have in mind, Agent Luna?” he asked.


    “I need you to sabotage Healer Amanda’s efforts in this study Alpha Julian assigned,” Olivia said. “I don’t care how you do it, but


    you must find a way to ruin her treatments.”


    Healer Amanda needed taken down a peg. She was far too confident.


    And some type of mix-up in the treatment would show Julian that perhaps she wasn’t the greatest of Healers after all. Maybe then he would finally stop talking about her like she’s some kind of goddess.


    The sting of Julian’s rejection still ate away at Olivia. She couldn’t act against the Alpha; she didn’t want him hurt. What she wanted was marriage, bonding, and his baby.


    Once Olivia made sure Julian saw how much every other woman in his life was not reliable and untrustworthy, he would realize he


    could only depend on her.


    Then, she would finally have everything she wanted.


    “Sabotage. I like it,” the Head Healer said, his lips curling into a sly grin. “Leave it to me, Agent Luna. I know just what to do. I’ll


    steal-”


    Olivia held up her hand at once, stopping him. “Don’t tell me the specifics. I wish to maintain usible deniability. Just make it


    happen.”


    He seemed disappointed that he couldn’t share his n, but his grin only wavered for a moment before he returning again with


    full force.


    “Yes, Luna.”


    Amber’s POV


    I wasn’t supposed to go to work for another hour yet, but a frantic message to my pager had me quickly dialing Noah in my office.


    “It’s gone, Healer. I can’t find it at all.” Noah’s voice was frantic.


    “Can’t find what, Noah? What are you talking about?”


    GET IT N…


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