Kassandra walked in her laboratory, carrying a vial of blood. She approached her microscope, brought the small light closer and used a dropper to lay a blood drop onto the transparent glass. She sat there, looking into the device, adjusting it till she saw the blood cells clearly. She tore a piece of paper, jotting down her observation. This wasn’t good. Hepatitis B. She clipped it to her patient’s file and walked out, “Charles, make a call to Ms. Isabella Scoffield and direct it to my office. It’s urgent.”
“Right away.”
Jillian sipped into her hot chocolate, watching the exchange as a spectator. She was having a ten minutes break right now while the new assistants were working as per her instructions.
Kassandra opened her office door and then stepped back, approaching Charles’s desk.
