CEO Diamond's Chambers

Solitude for the Queen

It wasn't rare for the four diamonds to come together in one area for vacation and chatters, with their busy lifestyle one might think they wouldn't have time to tease one another of their status in life, the receiving end of that burnout being none other than the oldest of them who rarely appears happy to their meetings.

"You still... haven't like what?"

Luciez Diamendes can't believe the calm look over his older brother's face. In fact, all of them can't.

"There's no wedding happening," Luciel confirmed, sipping his cold sweet beverage.

Lucien dropped his hands from hanging on the backrest of the sofa. He bit his lip and sneered with annoyance. "Seriously? After all those impossible areas you made possible to f**k her and almost getting caught in these four years."

Luciez and Lucier laughed while Luciel rolled his eyes. Of course, the famous finance analyst and CEO still can't get over the 'table' incident that happened years ago. Dropping by unannounced in your brother's office and sitting on his desk to make a smooth entrance wasn't perhaps the best under the knowledge of how completely shameless your brother turns when there's a very wanted guest visiting him.

"It wasn't my fault you sat on my f*****g hotspot. I thought you would've grown brains at the very least seeing as I've been engaged for almost four years."

"If engaged was the term, I'm disappointed." Lucier joked, turning into a full laugh when hearing a resounding crack echo inside the living room.

Luciel growled, not minding the broken expensive Chinese porcelain mug in his hands. He can't believe the actual weight of his dilemma.

Four years of closet dating — shameless f*****g at every chance according to his brothers — and still he couldn't get Julia to agree to release it publicly. Oh, he's very aware of how many hindrances they have, one being her stupid living sperm ancestors and two being tons of bullshit problems that come along with their status. Their public popularity would rise and he can already see the headlines on the articles as bright as quasars. 6 continents Sweetheart Dr. Silverwright marries billionaire Dr. Diamendes.

He knew of her worries and insecurities too well and solving that wasn't easy until getting married. While he can marry her in secrecy, it would be hard for him not to pull out the jealousy AK-47 rifle as she's popular to be invited to a lot of celebrations nowadays.

"Is he growling?"

"Probably thinking he can't claim the honeymoon tag on peak seasons unless he marries her."

Luciel growled in envy of the amazing lives his brothers had since getting married.

"Son of a b***h, did you really have to rub it in?"

"The whole world is waiting for you to get married. You're the only one still loose."

True, frankly Luciel couldn't care less whether he is the first to get married or the last. Five summers ago Luciez is wed to the older pastry chef he met in downtown Capri, Italy, three years ago Lucien flew to Iraq to bravely marry a blinded refugee after rescuing her from the hideout of terrorists, merely one year ago Lucier admitted to the homophobic world of his gay-as-f**k status and married a single dad that worked as his assassin.

He realized something so common in their choices of mate and covered his face with his hands.

"Do we really like making things difficult?"

All of them fell silent.

"Yes, we like some challenging time from time. But she's in... a far more delicate situation, you see."

Tension grew among them in wake of realization.

Wooing the wayward acquitted British princess was going to take a lot more than money and status.

A few years ago, he had let her go in the surprise of her refusal to adhere to his promises of returning her title as the rightful heir to the throne, specifically to be her sister's guide. The following day, she left his penthouse and decided to start working as a full-time doctor on her own, wishing him all the happiness. All the way from New York. It's been five years since then, and with his ego on the line, he waited for her return on her own.

Except she didn't. She just continued to live her own life, and he was getting frustrated from the pop-up of offers for her hand in marriage, rumors that seem to never end. From the latest reports, she seemed content to be holed up in her small apartment, sometimes taking nearly 48 to 72 hours of shift on the worst of weeks that he would command for others to monitor her.

She was turning 29 in the following year, and his sources foretold that the British Queen was becoming more and more ill as time passes by. 

"The parliament's getting antsy that their own favored candidate for the line of monarchy was proving to be less and less serious of the heavy responsibilities awaiting dear little prince." Lucier becoming in the thin line of criticism and judgment from the English people after the Brexit controversy.

And if so she returns to that damned wretched living, there will be more marriage offerings and arrangements served to her unwillingness on a bright silver platter.

Luciel wouldn't mind causing diplomatic conflicts between the USA and UK, he's a billionaire. A trillionaire if he opts to run away from his taxes and bring the whole world to the devastating great depression. Even then, criminals have to follow their own code of conduct. And business is business, legal means can keep it floating higher and falling slower.

"Deep thoughts there," Luciez grins, tapping his wine.

"Didn't you hear? Teslo Armando Garcia offered her 5 million dollars monthly in exchange for working as his private doctor---" His hand gripped off a chunk of the expensive mahogany table.

Veins on his arm were beginning to come out of his skin like a fine carving, honed from years of medical expertise and killing.

"Tell that fucker hands-off 'cause I will rip him of his company and yachts, he won't see another daylight if he offers one more time."

His brothers gave a look of nonchalance at him, telling him it was his s**t to clean. "Then do it on your own, because you can't threaten the Parliament the same thing, don't you?"

He made up his mind.

'Your free trial has ended, sweetheart.'

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A white-haired woman dazes up from her sleep, the shiver down her spine seemingly heavier than the usual days one of her interns' mistakes to say the cursed catchphrase "What a slow day.". She knows to trust her instincts this time around because it's been going on for years already.

Julianna wipes the drool from the corners of her mouth and whines at the tangled strands as she tries to comb her hair, eyes slowly opening to the sight of eight different furballs surrounding her.

"You're all awake already?" She caresses the soft bombshell fur of her six giant cats, all of the different breeds. They grumble at her notion, lightly nipping at her pale skin.

"Yes yes, I didn't forget. Come on." She lightly tugs her retriever and husky awake and understanding their master's demeanor they do not jump on her and rather waited for her petting on their heads.

She strides lazily across her room, going out to the kitchen to cook. She prepares a hefty breakfast for her pets, setting only a simple full English breakfast for her because she would be sure to forget lunch or dinner afterward during her shift.

The albino doctor checks her phone, groaning as she realizes she has a text from one of her co-workers asking for her to hold her break because one of their other doctors had gone down with a fever, and immediately a follow-up incident involving a bus crash a few blocks away. With a quick throw to her dishwasher and prepared scheduled pet pantries, she pets her companions and goes into the shower for a burning ten-minute bath. She throws her usual garb and ties her white hair into a tight bun before giving her pets kisses of affection and running out of her apartment.

"Taxi!" She hollers, and one surprisingly stops at her side immediately.

"Hos--"

"We got you doc." The driver nods cheekily at her, riveting up his speed a single digit away from the speed limit.

She smiles gratefully at the driver. People in New York know her of course, she was far too famous because of the headlines for them to not know. It worked to her advantage well over the years.

Julia bids the driver with cash and a bye as she runs in the hospital halls, meeting up with the receptionist. "What---"

"Surgery Room 4, kid's got a massive hole in his lung that needs immediate attention--"

And with that, she heads on to her life. It was just a simple preview really.

A shortcut of what Julia fears every time her surgeries end, collapsing to her seat with trepidation and worry. Not a worry on her cleared patients, it was the massive growing anxiety from awaiting any... information from her former family.

She wasn't raised stupid. She knew the signs from the past years, especially months. The United Kingdom was growing restless on her half-brother's ascension to the throne, and it was indeed concerning because of his behavior.

"Pop a snickers doc?" Someone knocks, jittering her out of her thoughts.

"Dr. Melandrez," She grins bashfully at the kind senior doctors, catching the chocolate bar with one hand.

The doctress sits down beside her, a cup of steaming hot coffee in one hand. "Sorry for making you go here on your day-off, one intern made the same mistake again saying it. Ramirez really chewed the kid off. This is why I hesitated to give him his own interns."

The reasoning made her wince. "He's probably stressed, Nurse Aloise was caught in the emergency ambulance with one of the EMT responders two days ago."

"Oh, that explains his mood! I swear he's got more controversy in his love life more than you girl!" Dr. Melandrez chuckles.

"That's like... the third nurse that cheated on him. He's gonna be investigated by the panel if he brings his attitude to work. Did you know that this morning he argued with a---"

Another call and the conversation was off. I was always left hanging at the stories, but it was better off. Hospital relationships are the worst. Never expect a doctor to be as patient or as kind as the other, years of burnout and stress.

The stress was a turning point, but I had years on me.

"Hija," I gently called over to a kid on one of the hospital beds.

"Nana?" I became heartbroken at the sight of her glossy eyes. It's been two days since she was hospitalized and she had no family member coming for her. She can barely speak English as well.

"Everything will be alright baby, I just want you to show me your arm so we can put medicine in you." She showed her thin arm but immediately retracted when she saw my needle.

I grabbed a toy needle and demonstrated it on my arm. Noticing her hesitation, I took out a stuffed teddy bear I had brought days ago from a funfair and she mellowed at the soft toy. Within seconds I was able to inject a new round of painkillers into her. 

I was about to turn over to one of my kiddie patients when the hospital director approached. "Dr. Silverwright, can we talk to you about..." He looked quite uneasy.

"Oh sure," I was mentally prepared for this in a few seconds. The kid doesn't have insurance? Refer to another or use my own money. Use my name. Legal implications considering her status as an immigrant? Use my name. It always melts people's hearts. Anything else? Just say it was under Dr. Silverwright's name, and as always, it easily passes through everything.

However, when I sat down in his office, it was a different case.

"California's Los Angeles  Medical Centre requested you. Dr. Diamendes himself."