Several weeks had passed and Ryan’s suspension was finally coming to an end. He had gambled all the money he had saved during the suspension and was drowning in debt while trying to reach Genevieve aggressively.That afternoon, he dialed the number she gave him and it finally rang. He couldn’t believe it at first until she picked it up.“Were you trying to play smart with me? Do you want me to tell your husband about our deal? Should I let him know that you were the one behind all of these?” His voice shot through the roof as his blood boiled. Everything he had been dying to say flew out of his mouth without control.“You threw me into the pit and turned your back on me. I had to pay several debts and almost lost my job. Why did you approach me in the first place when your intention was to destroy me by using my past?” His lamentations knew no bound. He kept talking over and over before she suddenly released a long yell that almost rendered him deaf.“Are you just going to keep on r
Finally, the date of the hearing was set and Chloe prepared herself for the appearance in front of the committee. Her chest was heavy as she dressed up and headed to the train station. After a three-hour ride, she was at the city’s station.“Let’s do this. We have to do this.” She told herself over and over with every step she took.Her huge muffler was hanging helplessly around her neck as she dropped her head but she mustered her courage until two familiar voices called out to her.“Chloe!” Mia and Cassie rushed to her side and her face lit up immediately. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Mia hit her shoulder slightly. “What do you mean by that? Do you think we will leave you alone to face that monster? We will solidly be behind you.” She stated and all the tension in Chloe’s body melted immediately“Of course, I have the best of friends.” She pouted and snuggled into their embrace before they led her to the car that would take them to the university
I took two days to gather myself, battling feelings of shame, anger, and betrayal. Then, with Cassie's help, I reached out to the women and sent each of them an email, thanking them for their courage and asking permission to include their evidence in a formal report.The replies came back with support. They were ready to help without hesitation because they had been waiting for the day to expose the wrongdoing he did to all of them.Cassie helped me compile everything with their timestamps, forwarded emails, drafts with tracked edits, audio recordings from his unsolicited late-night calls, and even a note from him telling me to “add his style” to a research proposal I’d written from scratch.We began drafting an anonymous complaint towards the appropriate quarters. Cassie’s contact in university admin helped submit it quietly through the ethics board’s secure portal and we patiently waited for the feedback from the committee.That night, I lay awake staring at the ceiling, my heart ha
The lab was unusually quiet that afternoon, humming only with the soft whirl of machines and the occasional rattle of glassware as the other nurses moved about. I stood hunched over the fume hood, watching a pale purple solution boil gently in the flask. my mind was a whirlwind of questions I hadn't had the courage to voice, not even to myself but as I wiped my gloved hands and turned around, my phone rang.The buzz of Cassie’s incoming call pulled me out of my own thoughts. It had been a week since the embarrassing encounter in the nurses' station, and though I acted unbothered, my spirit had been quietly decaying inside. I hadn’t told the girls everything but something about Cassie’s tone when she said, "Pick up. I found something," sent a tremor through my chest.I answered. "Hey... what is it?""You have a second?" Cassie asked,"Yeah, of course. What’s up?" Cassie didn’t hesitate. "Chloe, listen to me carefully. I looked up Dr. Amos Weller. He's married with two kids. There
Even with all that they had said, I told myself it was respect and admiration. The same routine went on for another week. It didn’t mean anything to me but sometimes, when I’d look up from the third report he asked me to reword in his voice, and I’d see him walk past laughing with the lead nurse, coffee in hand, headed home for a nap while I stayed back till midnight, I began to feel… something else.Because in those moments when he did notice me and when he’d glance over and say, “You’re a lifesaver, Chloe,” or tap my shoulder and whisper, “I don’t know how I managed before you showed up,” I felt like I mattered and the nurses were wrong.One afternoon, after a 16-hour shift, I overheard two nurses talking in the breakroom. I had walked in to grab a drink and paused behind the partition wall when I heard my name."Chloe’s out there killing herself for Dr. Weller again. You’d think she’s applying for sainthood or something," one nurse said, chuckling."Please, she’s just another inter
So there’s this doctor. I think he might actually like me? He keeps giving me personal tasks. Like, a lot. But also buys me coffee and jokes with me. It’s weird but the good kind of weird.I told the girls about him one evening while video-calling from my tiny living space."He’s so smart, Mia. You should see him work. He notices things and listens when I speak," I said, leaning closer to the screen like I was sharing a sacred secret.Their replies were almost immediate.“That’s not mentorship, girl. That’s burnout with a side of attention-starvation. You sure he’s not using you?” Cassie slammed me“Have y’all even had a real conversation? Like… outside work?” Mia chipped inI rolled my eyes, fingers flying across the screen.Cassie raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure this isn’t just some academic version of workplace infatuation? You haven’t even known him that long.""You think I’m making it up?" I frowned."No, not that. We just think you should take it slow. He’s older and your eyes