"If the data is flawless, why is the investigation ongoing?" Isaac leveled a hard stare at him. "Seven consecutive night shifts. The highest patient volume in the ER. The highest resuscitation success rate. Are you people auditing her data, or are you just trying to destroy her career?"
Dayton's smile completely evaporated.
"The investigation concludes by tomorrow morning."
Isaac slapped the file shut and tossed it onto the desk.
"And the only acceptable conclusion is that her data is perfectly valid."
Dayton stammered, "Understood. Yes, sir."
Isaac and Finn walked out of the office. The sunlight streaming through the hallway windows was blindingly bright.
Isaac glanced sideways.
"What's her name?"
"Sienna Sterling."
Isaac murmured the name to himself.
Then he turned and clapped Finn on the shoulder.
"How does an outsider like you know more about the toxic politics of my hospital than I do?"
Isaac studied Finn's face, the pieces suddenly falling into place.
"You came to me yesterday asking to dig into a four-year-old medical record, knowing full well I'd refuse due to protocol. Then, you casually brought up her situation, forcing my hand so I'd feel too guilty to say no a second time. Didn't you?"
Finn's mouth twitched into a faint, unapologetic smirk.
"Open manipulation," Isaac shook his head, laughing. "I almost forgot. You're the master manipulator of the Fletcher family."
"Would you have stepped in otherwise?" Finn's voice dropped. "I respect your rules regarding the old files. I won't push it. But she didn't deserve this abuse. The culture in your hospital is rotting, and as an executive, that falls on you."
Isaac fell silent for a long moment.
"You're right. It's disgraceful."
Finn knew Isaac's character well. The man was driven by an unyielding sense of justice, which was exactly why they had been best friends for years.
"You're a busy man. Soon-to-be Vice President, right? The youngest in the hospital's history."
"And you're the youngest captain at National Airlines. Save the mutual flattery."
The two men walked down the empty corridor, the rhythmic click of their shoes echoing in the stairwell.
The surgery was a complete success.

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