19. Murderer!

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Cassandra walked in her laboratory, carrying a vial of blood. She approached her microscope, brought the small light closer and used a dropper to lay a blood drop onto the transparent glass. She sat there, looking into the device, adjusting it till she saw the blood cells clearly. She tore a piece of paper, jotting down her observation. This wasn’t good. Hepatitis B. She clipped it to her patient’s file and walked out, “Charles, make a call to Ms. Isabella Scoffield and direct it to my office. It’s urgent.”

“Right away.”

Jillian sipped into her hot chocolate, watching the exchange as a spectator. She was having a ten minutes break right now while the new assistants were working as per her instructions.

Cassandra opened her office door and then stepped back, approaching Charles’s desk. She snatched one of his favorite post-it notes much to his horror, grabbed his pen and jotted down Dr. P