My Secret Husband Is My Cold Boss novel Chapter 11

The Cardiothoracic Surgery office was on the fourth floor.

The hospital elevators were always packed, so Riley Reed didn't bother waiting. She dragged Wendy Gates toward the stairs.

Perhaps agitated by Sophie's gossip earlier, Riley couldn't stop complaining the entire way up.

"I don't know what Director Zachary was thinking, hiring some spoiled rich kid," she grumbled.

Director Zachary was the head of Cardiothoracic Surgery and was due to retire in six months. It was glaringly obvious that this new director was brought in to take over his position.

And they were about to meet him right now.

Not wanting Riley to bring her bad mood into the consultation, Wendy tried to soothe her. "It's fine, Riley. He's not in our department anyway."

"But we're in the same center!" Riley argued.

In any top-tier hospital, if the Cardiology department was elite, Cardiothoracic Surgery had to be equally strong.

The surgical team was the ultimate safety net.

Any procedure that couldn't be resolved with minimally invasive techniques had to be transferred for open-heart surgery.

Because of this, inter-departmental consultations like the one today happened dozens of times a week.

Riley didn't have to worry much; as a junior doctor, she wasn't responsible for coordinating these meetings.

But Wendy was in a tough spot.

As the Chief Resident, handling consultation schedules was a massive part of her job.

Riley's tone softened with sympathy. "Wendy, you still have over a month left in your term. Bumping into him every single day is going to be sheer torture."

Wendy knew Riley was just looking out for her.

"Don't worry," she said confidently. "I can handle it my..."

As they pushed through the fire exit doors, the rest of Wendy's sentence died in her throat.

Her gaze locked onto a figure in the distance.

Her eyes widened slightly.

What was wrong? Confused, Riley followed her line of sight.

Standing outside the consultation room was a man.

He was tall and wore a flawlessly tailored navy shirt paired with a matching tie.

If it weren't for the medical file in his hand, Riley would have assumed the surgical department had admitted a supermodel as a patient.

She blinked, and as realization dawned on her, she whipped her head toward Wendy. "...Holy crap! You don't think that's our new director, do you?"

When Sophie had raved about his looks this morning, Riley hadn't believed a single word!

The training period for heart surgeons was notoriously long; by the time most doctors became lead surgeons, they were well into their forties.

Given their grueling work environment, just keeping a full head of hair was enough to earn the title of 'handsome.'

Riley sucked in a sharp breath.

Amidst the bustling corridor, she and Wendy stood frozen in place.

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