Chapter Four
For the next few hours Chante switched charts with some of the nurses who couldn’t believe their luck. She needed to stay away from him. Chante wanted to salvage whatever dignity she had. He always managed to make her feel like a bumbling i***t. She was no match for him, she accepted that. She hoped Nurse Betty wouldn’t notice.
Just then a commotion ensued at the Nurse’s station. One of the girls Chante persuaded to take over just returned crying.
“What’s wrong?” Chante asked.
“He’s having a temper tantrum... refused to let me take the patient’s pulse and temperature... almost threw me out of the room...,” the girl sobbed.
Chante was aghast. She imagined what that was like. The guy was obviously a billionaire spoiled brat. But she wasn’t ready to go in there yet. She got
