The Joy of Revenge

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“I missed the part about me, 1 muttered, trying to digest all the information What is going to happen to me?
My grandant sighed and took off her glasses before the focused her beady eyes at me. I noticed the sad look and I instantly know it wash good
“You will stay on as a nurse until I retire. Knowing Marshall, once he becomes the sentier nurse administrator, he will fire you,” she replied. “My suggestion? Take the job the Cohens have offered and work for them or you can help your mother instead. I heard the purchased the pharmacy. She’ll be needing an extra set of hands to manage another businen!
rap
I shook my head at her suggestions. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted this hospital to be ra
by me.
“Is there any other way for me to become nurse administrator? Come now, Great Aun Lindsay. What can my family offer so I can become the first choice as your replacement! The elderly woman sighed.
I suddenly felt like she didn’t want me for the job. The bi tch.
“Your mother will have to bribe all the members of the board with a substantial monetary donation. And when I say substantial, I mean hundreds of millions of dollars. This hospital needs several renovations done. If she can offer the board the money they want or need, she can negotiate and add a clause stipulating that you will take my place as nurse administrator, she admitted.
I smiled. I could use my trust fund without having to burden my mother.
“Thank you, Great Aunt Lindsay I said. Tll see what I can do.”
“Time is of the essence, Ford,” she wamed. I will be announcing my retirement by next
week. Good luck.”
I left my grandaunt’s office feeling hopeful. After Theodore is discharged, I will visit the hospital director and offer him a cash grant that he wont be able to refuse, thus solidifying my status in this hospital where I can continue my rule without any further resistance.
I wanted to celebrate. I looked for Emma to take her up on her offer, however she suddenly reneged… the cu nt.
And now I was racing like a mad man to Theodore’s suite.
CHAPTER 109 Time of Death
“Enough, Doctor Lewis, Doctor Morrison said as I arrived at the suite. I found Doctor Lewis
s gone.” performing CPR, hoping to revive Theodore Cohen. “I said enough, Doctor Lewis. He’s
Doctor Lewis stopped doing chest compressions and glanced at the huge clock hanging on the wall. He sighed before announcing what no one wanted to hear.
“Time of death… one minute after eleven in the morning.”
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The Joy of Revenge
CHAPTER 110 Fault

Lindsay Hartman
As soon as the elevator doors opened to the third floor, I hurriedly walked out, my black pumps making a staccato tapping sound on the ceramic tiles of the hospital floor.
I heard the voice on the PA system announce, “Code Blue. Cohen,” but maybe I heard
wrong…
Maybe his doctors have already revived him and it was just something they overlooked.
Halfway down the hall, I saw Ford leaning against the doorway of the VIP suite, his head resting on his arm while he repeatedly kicked the frame of the door in anger.
I abruptly stopped in the middle of the hallway. My mouth immediately went dry, beads of cold sweat suddenly appeared above my brow, while the sound of my galloping heartbeat filled my ears.
I was terrified of what the implications would be for me and this hospital now that Theodore Cohen had died on my watch.
What happened? Theodore was as strong as a horse.
Dr. Rachel Morrison and Dr. Mitchell Lewis appeared from the room, pausing at the doorway to give Ford some instructions before proceeding towards the elevators. They both shook their heads sadly as they approached me, defeat clearly in both of their eyes.
“I’ve instructed Nurse Martin to bring Theodore Cohen’s body to the morgue, Nurse Hartman,” Dr. Morrison informed me without even greeting me first. She was a slim dark- haired woman in her forties, bright, and the Department Head of the Department of Cardiology. She looked grief-stricken… her lower lip was trembling and I could see tears welling up at the corner of her eyes. “If you will excuse me, I need to make a painful phone. call and inform Mayor Cohen his father has passed away.”
I nodded my head, acknowledging her simple request. She placed her hands in the pockets of her white doctor’s coat, lowered her head to hide her face and quickly left me with Dr. Lewis to use the elevator.
“What happened, Mitchell?” I asked Dr. Lewis. He was one of our newly hired attending physicians specializing in orthopedic surgery. He was of average height and build, bald with
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“He suddenly went into cardiac arrest, Nurse Hartman, he answered, shaking his head in disbelief. “Rachel and I were in his room doing dur last routine check-up so we can start the paperwork to discharge him this afternoon. He was laughing, clearly in good spirits and appeared to be in good health. But right after I was done with my assessment of his arm, Rachel checked his heart sounds and said she heard something that concerns her. She was checking his ECG print-out for arrhythmias when all of a sudden he lost consciousness and flatlined. It just happened so fast. I tried my hardest to revive him, but there was nothing more I could do.”
“Do you
ou suspect any foul play?” I asked. Dr. Lewis shook his head.
“No, I don’t, Nurse Hartman,” Dr. Lewis replied, peering at me through his glasses. “Theodore Cohen was diagnosed with an underlying condition several months back and has been taking maintenance medication since then. Unfortunately, one’s health can worsen when we least expect it. Perhaps, given the trauma he experienced several days ago, his condition worsened even though he appeared to be in good health. Complications of smoke inhalation can appear after four to five days.”
“Do you think Rachel may have missed something?” Dr. Lewis raised his eyebrows in
surprise.
“Nurse Hartman, are you implying Dr. Morrison was at fault?”
“Of course not. It was just a simple question,” I said quickly.
“Dr. Morrison has been monitoring his ABG along with his ECG. If you want to point the finger at someone, point it at the one who is never around when you need them,” he said
openly, frowning at me.
“Thank you, Dr. Lewis. I’ll have Nurse Martin transfer the deceased to the morgue and I’ll personally wait for the mayor so he can say his goodbyes before transferring the body to the mortuary of his choosing,” I said.
“Please offer my condolences to the Mayor,” Dr. Lewis said. “Now if you can excuse me… I have patients I need to attend to.” He gently patted me on the shoulder and quickly walked
to the elevator.
I sighed and continued to the VIP suite to assist Ford. I noticed two of Liam’s bodyguards seated beside the doorway, looking straight ahead at the wall across from them, both appearing to be in shock. I decided I’d take care of them after Theodore’s body was
transferred to the que
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It was like I was standing in a surrealistic nightmare. Theodore Cohen was indeed dead!
“Nurse Martin,” I gently called out to Ford to grab his attention, however he didn’t respond. He was standing beside the dead body of Theodore Cohen laying on the hospital bed covered with a white blanket. An empty stretcher stood waiting behind him. I patiently waited for a few more moments, allowing Ford to say his goodbyes, before I called out to him again.
“Ford!”
He jumped, startled by the sound of my voice. He moved his head to look at me and I saw
me, Great the fear in his eyes. “I promised Liam I’d take care of his father. He’s going to kill
Aunt Lindsay.”
“Ssshhhh. I spoke with Dr. Lewis. There was nothing more that they could do… that we could do,” I said. “Wheel the deceased to the morgue and wait for me outside. We need to be prepared for Mayor Cohen’s arrival.”
Ford nodded his head and sprung into action. After he had thoroughly wrapped Theodore Cohen’s body, he positioned the body near the edge of the bed. I quickly went to Theodore Cohen’s head and helped Ford move the body to the stretcher.
After he left, I handed the two bodyguards some water and urged them to wait for the mayor
downstairs.
I had gotten them up from their seats when Sheriff Combs appeared with a set of deputies following him.
“Why are you here, Sheriff Combs? Where’s Mayor Cohen?” I asked puzzled.
“Lindsay, it was part of protocol to alert me first if anything happened to Theodore. Terry was the one who alerted me,” he replied, pointing at the bodyguard on my left. “I need this place cordoned off to everyone else and I need a list of all the people who had access to Theodore. For now, I’m treating this as a potential crime scene.” He glanced at the room. “Where’s the body?”
“Thad a nurse transfer the body to the morgue,” I answered.
“Alright, I’ll have the medical examiner conduct an autopsy. She’s on her way,” he said. “Deputies, I need you to seal the room off and I need you to search all the rooms on this floor for anything out of the ordinary. Lindsay, I need that list as soon as possible and no one, I mean no one, leaves this hospital until I’ve cleared them. This is a homicide
investigation until the medical examiner establishes cause of death.”
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“Sure, I’ll get that list for you. I just need to go to my office on the fourth floor,” I said, flustered. Theodore’s death was a now crime scene
What was happening?
“By the way, before you go, I need all the footage from the CCTV cameras and the list of people at the pharmacy as well as the list of his medications,” the Sheriff further instucted, believing I had access to everything he needed.
I coughed, clearing my throat.
“Sheriff Combs, I’m sorry. I am not the hospital director nor I am the hospital’s CEO. I can get you the list of nurses who was under Theodore’s service, but regarding the other things
need, I’m afraid you’ll have to talk to our hospital director Dr. Michael Smith or our CEO Dr. Nora Williamson for all the information you need.”
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“Dr. Nora Williamson?” He croaked.
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I rolled my eyes. They still can’t be fighting? “Yes, Dr. Williamson. Her office is on the fifth floor right above mine,” I said, pausing to look at who just exited the elevator. “And you’re in luck! Here she comes right now.”