Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 83 ~ Am I in trouble?

ATHENA

I manage a nod, ice creeping into my veins. "Such wonderful news!"

"I'm glad you think so too," she says brightly, before stepping past me. "I look forward to working with you. I'll teach you so much!"

Is it illegal to smack someone's head?

It would be great if it wasn't!

Her entourage follows her like moths to a flame, leaving behind a cold draft of resentment.

"I don't get how people like her end up in delicate places like these!" A voice sounding extremely annoyed reaches my ears, and I turn to find a beautiful redhead. With her arms crossed.

Her coat isn't white like the others, but navy trimmed with gold...

Wait!

That's a senior attending coat!

The badge on her chest reads: Dr. Isabelle Whitmore, Trauma Surgery Lead, Quinns Institute Exchange Program.

And beneath it, stitched into the fabric in silver thread: Chief Surgical Consultant, Level V Trauma.

I blink.

Not knowing what to say.

"What's your name?" she asks.

"Athena. Athena Dawson."

She looks at me before nodding,

"I assume you're the famous Athena Dawson, the second-year who apparently sent a dying man back from the brink using some very unorthodox methods?"

"News surely travels fast," I respond cautiously, shaking her hand.

“Well,” she smiles "thank God for rebels. Protocols are great until they kill someone."

My lips twitch. I like her already.

She turns to watch Leah's group disappear down the hall.

"Leah Woods," Isabelle mutters under her breath like the name tastes sour. "Still climbing ladders she didn't build, I see.”

"You know her?" I ask, surprised.

years ago," she shocks me

say... some people wear white coats like crowns instead of tools." She glances at me again, her expression softening. "Don't worry. If she tries anything, you come to me. But seeing how you were able to hold your ground, I'm

and

for a rotation?" I ask, trying not to sound disappointed over someone I just

you ever clicked with someone

Quinn asked me to extend. Apparently, some of the new

mentoring." She tilts her head, assessing me. "Think you'll live up to

settles in my

"Me?"

She laughs.

all she says with a shake of her

the shoulder before walking away, her steps confident and her presence lingering

and leave, too, when a voice slices through

"Dr. Dawson."

My breath catches.

a man who somehow looks better

Dr. Iann Quinn.

running his fingers

glasses only

buried in the pocket of his white coat the other

his name embroidered in neat, gold stitching across his

and dangerous reveals perfect white teeth and a single

Rich.

Brilliant.

Devastatingly attractive.

My heart skips.

Okay, skips twice.

doesn't comment. Just smiles like the world belongs to

in a

now," he says, his voice teasing and

Shit.

Don't get me wrong,

him like that. But

universe puts that kind

rude

look. Pure appreciation.

1 else.

he repeats,

throat and forcing

resembling professional composure.

me." He pivots

Wait.

the