I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 217

Back at St. Jude's, securing a brief meeting with the top executives was harder than pulling teeth.

Yet, she had only been at Mercy International for a few days and had already crossed paths with Silas Hayes twice.

Silas wasn't a doctor. He was Mercy's majority shareholder, universally addressed as Director Hayes out of respect, while simultaneously serving as the formidable CEO of The Hayes Group.

He was thirty-seven, towering at six-foot-two, with a strong brow, a sharp nose, and an impossibly clean jawline.

His eyes were fathomless, analyzing everyone with an inherently assessing gaze.

Whenever Sienna was in his presence, a primal wave of tension washed over her.

It was the deep, unavoidable unease of standing before someone holding absolute power.

Whatever he ordered, she would do.

She had no leverage to refuse.

"Don't stress over the personnel file. I have business at St. Jude's tomorrow anyway. Come with me, and we'll retrieve your records while we're there."

Sienna wondered if she was hallucinating.

The CEO himself was going to escort her to get her file?

She was a low-ranking attending physician on her second day of work. Her ID badge still smelled like fresh plastic.

How on earth did she warrant this level of VIP treatment?

Her mind raced. Was Maeve Thorne's influence really this heavy? Or did Silas owe Maeve a debt so massive it trickled down to her?

Regardless of the reason, she was the sole beneficiary.

She had already hit rock bottom. Whatever grace she received now was a pure blessing.

She needed to hold onto it tight.

"Thank you, Mr. Hayes," she replied, her tone perfectly respectful.

Silas checked his watch.

The platinum case and black dial accentuated the sharp, elegant lines of his wrist.

His every movement radiated the grounded, expensive confidence of a titan who calculated his life down to the second.

"You are a highly responsible and patient physician. You'll begin your rounds in the inpatient department. It suits your skill set better."

Sienna had desperately wanted a spot in the ER.

But she swallowed the request.

The boss had made a decision. Pushing back now would be incredibly ungrateful.

"Understood, Mr. Hayes."

The elevator waited at the end of the corridor.

Silas took the lead. The sharp click of his dress shoes against the marble floor was rhythmic and steady.

Sienna trailed behind him, maintaining a careful distance.

Inside the elevator, he pressed the button and stood squarely in the center of the cab.

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