Chapter4
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The sound came, like tiny bells were rung into her ears. She stood still. Frozen.
“Octavia?” Sylvia whispered, “you're drawing unnecessary attentions, let's get a seat,”
But she didn't move. She was rather mute, as her eyes scanned carefully, the doctors, nurses and surgeons seated in the auditorium.
“I'll like to humbly welcome, our youngest chief surgeon, Miss Octavia Malone,”
Mr. Hawston mentioned and then started clapping as the others present joined him in clapping.
The sound suddenly stopped. Abruptly. Leaving Octavia in stunned disbelief. She sauntered to the stage, her eyes still scanning the auditorium. The moment she approached Mr Hawston, she carefully scanned his smiling, handsome face before taking his hands into hers for a handshake.
“Welcome once again, Octavia,” he whispered, his voice in a chilly, soothing tone.
“Thank you,”
After a brief introduction, the inauguration came to an end as everyone dispersed.
“I'd love to see you before the end of today, Octavia,” The director said with his signature smile, before walking out with the vice director.
“Whao, I think he likes you already, Tavi..?” Sylvia cooed, nudging Octavia's shoulders, but she ignored walking around the auditorium. Her heart, thumping hard against her chest.
Her kind was here too.
She walked out with Sylvia, lost in thoughts until she felt a bump on her left shoulder, “watch your steps, young lady!” Gerald, the gynecology surgeon snapped rudely at her,”
“You're the blind one, didn't you see us coming?” Octavia retorted, replying sharply.
Gerald mumbled inaudibly before walking out on them, not without giving them a glare.
“Go f**k yourself, dude,” Sylvia cussed.
**
In the director's office.
Mr. Drake Hawston walked swiftly to his drawer, he inputted the password then grasped the handle. Opening it, he took out a small bottle, containing yellowish liquids, then he emptied its contents into his mouth. Picking up his phone, he dialed a number,
“Boss?”
“I'd set my eyes on her, get to her tonight. And remember, no mistakes,”
Before the other line could respond, he quickly ended the call.
“Octavia Malone, you're just a copied version of your father. How stupid he was, he would have being alive to watch your success. Let's see how much humanity you got to acquire,” he muttered under his breath, before adjusting his suit, “come in,” he said and the door creaked open.
Octavia walked into the magnificent office and was instantly struck by its elegance. The walls were lined with dark, polished wood, and the glossy marble floor gleamed beneath her feet. Plush leather chairs and a sleek desk filled the space, all arranged with perfect precision. It left her momentarily speechless,
“Miss Octavia?” Mr Hawston called out smoothly, cutting her off from her thoughts, then he continued, “I asked them to give your office a nice interior deco too,”
“Ok sir..thank..you,” Octavia stuttered, unsure of why he was doing things in her favor.
“You'd have a surgery to perform right?” He asked finally after a few conversations with her, “yes sir,” she replied, her voice steady.
“You may leave. But feel free to meet me..if the need arise,” he added, his smile crossing the corner of his lips.
Then she left. But he wouldn't stop mumbling her name.
“The little baby of yesterday,” he thought.
Octavia’s heels clicked against the cold marble floor as she stepped into her office.
She scanned the room without pause, her fingers grazing over the polished desk and the sharp edge of the papers arranged on the table. The familiar scent of antiseptic and paper lingered. Her eyes shifted to the safe tucked into the corner of the room, the heavy steel doors gleaming under the low light.
Her breath caught ever so slightly as she approached the drawer. She opened it with a soft click, revealing the neatly arranged files inside, she reached for her breast pocket, bringing out a vial containing her suppressant, the only thing standing between her and the uncontrollable thirst for blood.
She placed it into the safe after changing the codes.
The room felt colder now, like it was closing in. She shut the drawer a little too forcefully and made her way to the bathroom. A moment to ease her bowels.
Unbeknownst to her, someone had been watching.
In the silence of her absence, the door to her office creaked open, just enough to let a figure slip inside. A man, tall, sharp-featured, his movements calculated. He glanced around, the tension in his shoulders visible but controlled. His eyes narrowed as they landed on the safe.
He stepped closer, his boots soundless on the floor, and studied the safe for a moment. Then his gaze shifted to the small vial of whatever he carried.
Pulling a thin nylon from his pocket, he carefully wiped the button of her safe. He didn’t want to leave anything behind. His fingers danced over the keypad of the safe, careful to avoid leaving traces of his own fingerprints. The numbers clicked under his touch, and the safe opened without resistance.
Inside, he found the bottle, the very one she had just placed there. He paused, studying it for a brief moment. A quiet smile curled at the corner of his lips. He exchanged the bottle with the one he had, identical in appearance, but inside, The contents were altered. The suppressant had been replaced with something else. Something far from what she knew.
He closed the safe with a soft click, satisfied, and melted back into the shadows. The door shut behind him without a sound, leaving only the lingering scent of his presence in the room.
Octavia emerged from the bathroom, drying her hands with a wiper. Her fingers reached for the vial, nothing seemed out of place. Her fingers twisted the cap, revealing the small, smooth pill inside.
She hesitated for a second, before popping the capsule into her mouth with ease. The cold sensation of it sliding down her throat
felt soothing.
She left her office, with her operation wears for the theatre.
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