MasukJasmine's eyes snapped open as the shrill ring from her phone invaded her slumber. She stretched her hands towards the table, grabbing her phone.
“Who is it at this hour? “ Jasmine muttered, her thumb sliding to answer.
“Good morning sis”, Jasper's voice said from the other end.
Morning kiddo, is everything okay?, Jasmine asked.
“Not really sis, my school fees would be due next week and the landlord came to ask for his rent yesterday”, he replied.
“I didn't forget. Jasmine said, now fully sitting on her bed. Sleep had left her eyes.
"How is mom?” she added.
“She went to get water in the kitchen”, her brother said.
Okay,tell her I would call her later and be a good boy,she finally said.
“Okay sis, thank you. I love you” .
“ I love you too,” Jasmine replied.
The screen lit up as soon as the call ended; 5:30 am. “But I had barely slept”, she said loudly. She stretched herself and standing up she muttered” If I don't do it,who will? So I'm doing it”.
By 7:30 am ,Jasmine was already signing herself in at the front desk. The nurses’ station was already loud. Two nurses in blue scrubs huddled over the chatting computer , coffee in one hand, pen in the other.
“I'm telling you”,the taller one said, lowering her voice.
"Mr Harrison screamed at Emily for refusing to remove the oxygen tube and refused Charis from checking his vitals and giving him his medications”
The other nurse rolled her eyes.
"I also heard he ripped out his IV at 3am because nobody was listening . His condition worsened right after and we ran in there for 15 minutes. Family is a mess too. No one had come to visit".
“Yeah . He did it to himself . And now the Intensive care unit is mad at us like it's our fault”.
Jasmine grabbed a new chart and was about to head up to the locker room when the shorter nurse looked up.
"Oh! Jasmine, Dr Richard Lawson requested you see him once you sign in”.
“You should be fast about that so you don't get him angry” Sharon Bennett added.
“I'm here for the patients not the drama”. Then she turned to the other nurse .
"Please, is Dr. Richard Lawson in his office?”
“Yes”. The nurse replied.
“Alright ,thank you”. Jasmine said as she immediately climbed the stairs to change.
Sharon's face stiffened as she watched Jasmine climb the stairs. “How does she stay so calm? How does she restrain herself?”, she wondered.’
The locker room was quiet. Jasmine adjusted her badge,checked her reflection once. Ensuring nothing was out of place she stepped out onto the ward floor.
“Nurse Carter.”
She turned.
Dr. Richard Lawson stood a few feet away with a file in his hand, a stethoscope around his neck already moving toward her.
"Good morning, sir, I was on my way to your office “
He didn’t slow, “About the medication discrepancy,” Dr. Lawson said. “The review confirmed a documentation error by another nurse. Your name has been cleared.”
Jasmine exhaled in relief. “Thank you, sir.”.
“You’re being reassigned.”
Jasmine blinked once.
“The Private wing. Room 301” Richard Lawson said handing her the file without making any contact with her eyes. He knew this wasn't her usual.
“Yes, sir.” Jasmine replied still trying to maintain calmness.
“There was an incident late last night,” he continued. “High-profile patient. Difficult.”
Jasmine said nothing.
“Maintain control,” he added, stopping just long enough to look at her directly. “No complications.”
“I understand sir.”
He paused for a while then he nodded once and moved on.
Jasmine stood still for a second. The private wing meant pressure and expectations. There was no room for error because consequences were severe.
She looked at the file and the name hit her.
”Harrison Cole”.
Her hands tightened around the folder as she let out a slow breath she didn't know she was holding. The CEO of Cole industries. Major shareholder .The name she’d heard the nurses gossiping about . She adjusted her badge once more and then headed for room 301. Behind her, two nurses exchanged a glance.
“That’s the one?”
“Yeah.”
“Good luck to her.”
“Mr. Cole, I was only explaining our store policy. We have clients who…”Harrison's expression didn't change.“Manager. Now.”The assistant face flushed as she hurried toward the back office.Jasmine stood beside the display, still holding her bag. “You didn't have to do that,” she murmured.He glanced at her. “Do what?”“Make it a big deal.”“She insulted you in her place of work. I should make her understand the consequences.”Before Jasmine could respond, a middle-aged man in a tailored suit approached them.“Mr. Cole. I’m Robert Hayes, the store manager. I heard there was a misunderstanding”Harrison looked at him.“There was no misunderstanding. Your employee just told my guest she didn't belong here.”The manager's face tightened. He turned to the assistant, who had followed him back.“You did what?”“I just said that….sir, I didn't mean it…”“You profiled a client on my account,” the manager cut in, his voice sharp now.” In front of other clients. Do you have any idea whose gu
Harrison exclaimed, staring intently at the message.Gregory: We recovered the vehicle from the accident. Forensics completed the inspection. The front tie rod was cut almost through and the brake line was tampered with. That's what caused the steering to lock before the car flipped."Any problem Mr.Cole?" Jasmine asked.He locked the phone. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with."She studied his face briefly, then adjusted the notebook under her arm."Your appointment with Dr. Richard, should I confirm that we're still going?""Yes. Confirm it."She nodded and left without another question.Once the door closed, Harrison called Gregory."I want the full forensic report. Send it to my private email only.""Understood. Should we involve the police now?""We should preserve everything. I'll decide our next move after I read it."He ended the call.****Two days later, Jasmine was lying in the room scrolling through her phone. She decided to call her mom before leaving for the hospi
“Can you hear me, sir”The voice on the other end of his phone was still talking.Harrison didn't hear it. He blinked, finally ending the call without a word. He slipped the phone into his pocket, but his eyes didn't leave her.“You're... ready?” he stammered. Jasmine tilted her head, trying not to smile at how flustered he looked. “You sound surprised,” she said.“I thought you wouldn't consider... coming,” he said, his eyes betraying him again, dropping for a second to the slit of her gown, to her slender legs, before he forced them back to her face.Her cheeks heated.“I said I'd join you. Provided it was professional.”“It is,” he said quickly.She walked past him toward the door, her hand tugged against at the slit of the gown.“Let's go,” he said, picking up the car keys on the table****Cole Industries was a glass-and-steel tower in Midtown. Employees moved with urgency, conversations paused when he entered.In the conference room, Claire presented the Foundation health progr
Hamilton suddenly found his glass of water interesting. He sipped from it, almost choking.“Can we eat?” Harrison said.Vanessa blinked. “I was just…”“I know what you were doing,” Harrison cut in, “We have food getting cold while you interview my staff.”Hamilton choked a little on his water again, but this time he wisely said nothing.Margaret, elegant as ever, picked up her fork.“Of course, dear,” Margaret said calmly. “Let's eat.”Jasmine kept her eyes down. Her hands were tight around her fork. “my staff,” that was all she was.Vanessa's smile finally tightened. She picked up her fork too, but her eyes flicked back to Jasmine for one second.“He defends you now?”Harrison set his fork hard down against the plate and picked up his phone.“I'm done,” he said, standing up.Margaret looked up. “Stay Harrison” “Later Mom,” he said and left.She turned to Hamilton. “You couldn't even make him stay”“I couldn't do anything, Mom,” Hamilton replied, sipping the remaining juice in his gl
The phone rang twice before the call failed to connect.Harrison lowered the phone.He hadn't even decided what to say.A question about her mother would have been simple enough, but somehow, he hadn't been able to put the words together.He set the phone aside and returned to his work.For a few minutes, he managed to concentrate.Then his eyes drifted back to the phone.Harrison frowned.This was becoming ridiculous. It was already 9 p.m., Hamilton was on his way to the kitchen to get a bottle of water when he found Harrison in the gym. His brother was working through a routine that Richard had approved, although Harrison had already attempted to increase the intensity beyond the recommended limits. Hamilton entered and leaned against the wall.Harrison lowered the weights.“What do you want?”“To understand something.”“Try reading a book.”“I'm serious.”That made Harrison pause while Hamilton folded his arms.“You hate anyone in your business, you treat concern as disrespect.
By seven a.m., Harrison had cleared three reports and fired off two emails that made his assistant go pale. The only thing that actually annoyed him was the empty chair across from his breakfast table.Hamilton walked in, took one look, saw where he was looking and smirked.“Dude, just text her.”Harrison didn't look up. “I have work”“Yeah. You're really working hard staring at that chair,” Hamilton said, taking a toast off his plate.He left before Harrison could reply.****Jasmine had been up all night. Her mother was stable, but they were keeping her overnight. Blood pressure responded well, but they wanted to watch for complications.Every extra hour was another charge.She sent Jasper home. "Shower. Sleep. Come back later.""Jas—""Go. I got her."Now she sat by the bed doing math she already knew the answer to. Enough for today. Not enough for next week.Minutes later, Her mother woke up."You're still here?”Jasmine smiled. "Good morning, Mom.""You shouldn't be here all nigh







