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That tone. It scraped across Beckett’s nerves, but he obeyed, lounging into the chair like he owned the place.
“This better be quick. I have a dinner reservation.”
“You won’t make it.”
Beckett raised a brow. “Excuse me?”
The director closed the folder. “You’re being reassigned.”
Beckett blinked. “Reassigned?”
“A medical outreach program,” Holloway continued, calm and cold. “Rural region. Underserved communities. You’ll fly out by sunrise.”
Beckett laughed-loud and sharp. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not.”
“You expect me to just pack up and what? play field medic in the jungle for PR?”
The director’s voice didn’t waver. “You’re not being asked. You’re being sent.”
There was a pause.
A silence heavy with unspoken warning.
Beckett narrowed his eyes. “Why me?”
Dr. Holloway didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned back, arms folded. “Every year, we send someone. This year, it’s you. Consider it… character building.”
“Character building,” Beckett repeated flatly.
“I’m told the local clinics are short-staffed. No AC. No luxuries. Just real medicine. Raw and honest. It might humble you.”
Beckett scoffed. “I’m a senior specialist.”
“You’re also a liability.”
Beckett stiffened. “Excuse me?”
Dr. Holloway stood slowly. The folder was still in his hands, but he didn’t open it again.
“You offended someone,” he said carefully. “Someone important. I don’t know the full details, and frankly, I don’t want to. What I do know is this… whoever it is, they want you gone.”
The words landed like a slap.
“They’re watching. And they’ve made it clear: they want you out before sunrise.”
Beckett’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Dr. Holloway leaned in slightly, voice dropping.
“If you want to live longer, Beckett… take the transfer and leave quietly.”
For a full second, Beckett couldn’t breathe. The air felt tight, pressing against his chest like a vice.
He stood abruptly. “This is insane.”
The director didn’t flinch. “No, Doctor. What’s insane is you thinking you’re untouchable.”
Beckett stormed out of the office, heart pounding, rage boiling just beneath his skin.
Who? Who the hell did he offend?
It wasn’t unusual for him to push boundaries. Hell, he thrived on it. Nurses, med techs, even desperate family members- he knew what they needed. And he knew what they were willing to give for it.
A promotion. A shift preference. A discount on a prescription. Even a whispered promise to “talk to billing” if things went well.
He’d had his pick of the ward.
Some nurses practically begged for it – dressed for it. And the ones who didn’t? Well, he had a way of persuading them. Most people didn’t say no when their kid’s meds were on the line.
And they never talked.
They couldn’t afford to.
But whoever pulled these strings… could.
His mind spun.
It couldn’t be those women. They had too much to lose. They were nothing – grateful, disposable playthings in his world.
But then…
His thoughts snapped to her.
Maya.
He clenched his jaw, a bitter taste rising in his throat.
She was different. Not because she was special – but because she acted like she was. Like she was too good for his attention. Too clean. Too polite.
She’d been brushing him off for nearly a year.
No matter how kind he pretended to be. No matter how patient. How generous.
The flowers, the takeout, the ride offers hell, he’d even gotten her tickets to a concert once. She never accepted a thing. Always smiling, always soft, but always no.
It drove him insane.
His obsession wasn’t an accident – it was deliberate. Controlled.
A carefully crafted performance.
He made sure to be there at every appointment – holding something thoughtful. Takeout. A rose. A compliment wrapped in concern.
Just enough to look sincere.
Just enough to convince her.
But beneath the charm was a plan. A calculated game.
There was something about that innocence. That false fucking modesty. Like she knew exactly what kind of reaction she stirred and chose to deny him anyway.
It wasn’t just rejection.
It was a challenge.
Maya didn’t flirt. She didn’t beg. She didn’t lean in the way the others did.
And that made him want her more.
She worked at some cheap coffee shop by day, studied at night, and played caregiver the rest of the time. Poor. Exhausted. Too busy keeping her brother alive to think straight.
She was drowning – and still had the nerve to pretend she was better than him?
It was laughable.
And yet… She haunted him.
She didn’t give him lust. She gave him resistance. And that – more than anything-was what he couldn’t stand.
He wanted to break it.
