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CHAPTER 8: The Confrontation

Author: Dessy Ana
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That afternoon as I was going about my day and attending to patients, I received an email that said, "Emergency board meeting; attendance is required, and it is immediate." I had the feeling already that this wouldn’t be good.

When I got to the boardroom, the air felt tense when I entered. I noticed people stopped talking when they saw me. Adrian was already sorted, he looked tense and his posture was rigid. We exchanged glances for a few seconds as I walked in before he broke eye contact. I
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