The roar of the engine hummed softly as the sleek, obsidian-black supercar glided into the hospital’s parking lot. Heads turned, whispers followed, and envious eyes fixated on the striking vehicle that oozed both wealth and power. Catherine stepped out gracefully, her stiletto heels clicking against the pavement. Her presence commanded attention, an air of sophistication surrounding her. She adjusted her sunglasses, hiding the flash of irritation in her eyes as she made her way toward the hospital entrance.
She hated this. She hated being summoned like this.
As the automatic doors slid open, Catherine was greeted by the sterile scent of disinfectant and the low murmur of voices in the hospital lobby. She approached the receptionist with confidence. “Room 302,” she said, her tone clipped
