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.

a rotation together years ago," she shocks me

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

loosens, and I feel much

ask, trying not to

you ever clicked with someone so

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

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

in my

"Me?"

She laughs.

she says with

away, her steps confident and

too, when a voice

"Dr. Dawson."

My breath catches.

is a man who

Dr. Iann Quinn.

tousled like he keeps running his fingers through

only highlight

the pocket of his white

just right, his name embroidered in neat,

reveals perfect white teeth and a single

Rich.

Brilliant.

Devastatingly attractive.

My heart skips.

Okay, skips twice.

notices, he doesn't comment. Just smiles like

in a way, it

gawking now," he says,

Shit.

Don't get me wrong,

like him

universe puts that kind

Earth, it's rude not to

look. Pure appreciation.

1 else.

repeats, this

Quinn," I manage, clearing my throat and

resembling professional composure.

pivots

Wait.

the food chain. So, why