Seduction of the Night-Shift Nurses

How crazy can a night-shift nurse really be?Only those who have lived through it know.My name is Landon Weasley, and I'm a medical doctor, fresh out of graduate school.After I graduated, I didn't take a position at one of the major city hospitals, as most of my peers did. Instead, I returned to my hometown and took a job at a private hospital there. The hospital director promised me a promotion to deputy director after one year of service.If it hadn't been for that promise, I wouldn't have come back. But I believed him.In the third month of my tenure, the director called me into his office and said that due to the shortage of medical staff, they were short on personnel for the night shifts. He insisted that working night shifts was an essential experience if I wanted to become vice-director.I believed him and accepted without hesitation.That night, I finished my rounds around eleven o'clock and was passing by the break room when I heard something... unusual.It was a s

I scoffed inwardly. As a candidate for the position of Deputy Director, I would not allow such a situation to occur. Upon seeing me, Veronica let out a startled cry and leaped from the table. "Dr. Weasley, save me, I was forced into this," she pleaded, rushing to my side with a pitiful expression, clutching my arm. "Dr. Weasley, you must stand up for me." Dr. McCartney, on the other hand, remained calm. "Dr. Weasley, do you believe her?" he asked, his voice steady. "In truth, she was the one who seduced me first, otherwise, how could she..." "Enough," I cut him off firmly. "I only see you bullying her. Dr. McCartney, I advise you to behave during your night shifts. One call from me to the Director, and you know the consequences." Dr. McCartney remained silent, but I noticed his hand clenched into a tight fist. I knew they were both playing a game, and they probably knew I was playing along. If that was the case, I decided to play it to the hilt. "Veronica, as a woman,

Why did she still want to meet me in the break room? Was she planning to film another video to ensnare me? Didn't she already have one? What game was she playing now? Ever since I overheard her conversation with Dr. McCartney last night, I'd been devising a counter-strategy. Even if I couldn't secure the position of Deputy Director, I'd make sure Dr. McCartney didn't either. And as for Veronica, I'd make sure she wouldn't have it easy either. How dare the two of them gang up on me... Just moments ago, I found the break room's camera and destroyed it. Did she think she could deceive me with surveillance footage again? Not a chance. To avoid arousing Veronica's suspicion about the damaged camera, I tampered with it a bit more, so that it would only be capable of capturing a static image of the break room, forever frozen in one frame. "Veronica," I said, "I've locked the break room door. The key is with me. From now on, we'll adhere to company rules: punctual attendance and

Beneath her petite uniform, her skin was porcelain-smoothI gulped. The room fell into a hushed stillness. Our connection felt magnetic—unexpected yet undeniable. For the first time, I traced the contours of a woman's body with the gentle reverence of a lover. "Will you always treat me well?" Delilah asked. I nodded. "Perhaps." "That's not enough," she murmured, her gaze unwavering. "I need a promise." "I swear, I will always be good to you," I promised. A soft laugh escaped her lips. "You know, I've already deleted that video from Veronica's phone for you. I even replaced it with something else and renamed it. Veronica hasn't even noticed. I did it all for you. Don't let me down." When we left the break room, Veronica was nowhere to be found. I wondered where she had disappeared to. After a thorough search, I found her tucked away in a corner, her voice loud as she spoke into her phone. "Veronica, can you send me the video you took? Please! I'm begging you," the