“I would enjoy that,” Mikaela said, worrying about where Jessie sent copies of the letter. Obviously to her Department Head and to St. Peter’s Hospital Board. Hopefully that was it. She was going to have to contact Sam and ‘break up’ soon.
“Further, she wanted to let us know how excited she is that you’ll be accompanying Dr. O’Brien when he moves to Emerson,” Dr. Scott said.
What?
Dr. Scott lowered his glasses. “Bill Truent is a golfing buddy of mine. He’s been Chairman of the Board at Emerson for seven, eight years now. As a matter of fact, we were at a charity golfing event last weekend. He tells me that they were reluctant to take on an eye surgeon, but you were the icing on the cake for them. They’ve been trying to woo an ob-gyne there for years, and they’re absolutely delighted that you’ll be headed their way.”
“Oh, but…” Mikaela stammered, trying to think. “I didn’t hear about a decision being made. And I don’t think we ever discussed me going. It was really Sam’s deal.”
“It was news to me and I told him as much. But Fiona Harkness insisted that you mentioned you would be accompanying him.”
“Fiona Harkness?”
“Yes, she’s probably the most powerful Board member there. She’s a quiet soul, a diminutive woman, you’d never know it to talk to her, but she’s got family money behind her. Family money that speaks.”
Quiet soul, diminutive woman? The woman Mikaela sat beside during dinner? The one she pumped for information? Oh no. “Well, really sir, I don’t want to make any hasty decisions or make any big changes--”
“Nonsense,” Dr. Scott interrupted. “You’ll have a great set up there. They’re willing to modernize the equipment to your specifications. If I were twenty years younger I’d jump at this.”
“Really, I think I ...” she said as she tried to stop the tsunami of change.
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