Webb’s eyes widened. “Security!”
Chief Rodriguez arrived with two guards. “Ma’am, we’ve got a problem,” he whispered to Webb. “You need to check the system records before doing anything.”
Before she could respond, Maya’s phone rang. The ringtone was calm — but the name on the screen made Webb’s blood run cold:
Director James Thompson.
“Hi, Dad,” Maya said softly. “Yes, I’m still in the ER. Something happened — you’ll want to be here.”
The room froze. Dr. Williams blinked. “Dad? You’re calling your dad?” He scoffed. “What, is he a lawyer?”
Maya looked him dead in the eyes. “No. He’s the hospital director.”
Webb’s tablet vibrated with an urgent message:
From: Director J. Thompson — Confirm my daughter, Maya Thompson, is safe. Reports of workplace violence in ER.
Webb’s face drained of color. “Oh… my God.”
Dr. Williams staggered back. “That’s impossible! The director’s daughter is a doctor in Boston—”
“Was,” Maya corrected calmly. “I finished my master’s degree at Harvard last month. I’ve worked here for five years — documenting every act of workplace harassment in this hospital.”
The crowd murmured, stunned.
Security Chief Rodriguez turned to Webb. “Ma’am, she’s registered as a VIP employee. Any incident involving her automatically alerts the director.”
Dr. Williams was trembling now, realizing his career was unraveling on live stream.
Maya slipped her ID badge from her scrub pocket and held it up for everyone to see:
Maya Thompson, RN, MSN – Employee #00001 – Director’s Family.
Dr. Williams’s mouth fell open. Cameras flashed.
Maya turned toward the elevators. “The board meeting starts now. Let’s see how the hospital plans to handle this case of workplace violence.”
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