FEELING cranky, Uno made her way to her private office.
Her work for the day was done. She had her clinic this morning from nine in the morning until twelve noon. At two in the afternoon, she made her usual rounds in the ward. She had a brainstorming with another colleague for an incoming operation regarding a delicate patient.
She was closing her handbag when the desk phone rang.
“Doctor Stone, you have a package here in the reception.” That was the statement she got after she said hello.
“I’ll be there.”
She grabbed her bag and went out of the office. Like she always did, she used the stairs in going down to the information.
It was almost six in the afternoon. On most days, she stayed in her office until nine in the afternoon. However, today was not one of them.
She was feeli
