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Chapter 782:
The elevator doors opened on the executive floor. The guards led her into a large, windowless conference room where the air itself seemed to carry the weight of what was about to happen. At the head of the long mahogany table sat the hospital president. Beside him were two men in dark suits bearing New York State Medical Board badges. Standing by the window, arms crossed, utterly expressionless, was Cole’s chief assistant.
The moment Alycia saw him, her stomach dropped.
A cold, absolute dread washed over her, and she understood in that instant that it was over.
The hospital president didn’t ask her to sit. He picked up a thick stack of papers and slapped them down on the table in front of her. “Alycia Beasley,” he said, his voice stripped of any warmth, “effective immediately, you are terminated from your position at this hospital for gross medical misconduct and suspected criminal activity. All hospital privileges are revoked p>
Alycia’s eyes widened. “This is outrageous. These are baseless accusations. I demand to speak to my lawyer immediately p>
One of the medical board representatives rose and activated the projector. The screen behind him filled with a copy of the forensic report, the fingerprint match highlighted in red. “The New York State Medical Board has voted unanimously to permanently revoke your license to practice medicine in the state of New York,” he said, his voice formal and final. “We have irrefutable evidence that you tampered with a patient’s IV bag with the intent to cause serious bodily harm p>
𝖩𝗼𝗂𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘤o𝘮𝘮𝘶𝗻ity o𝗇
The words permanently revoke struck her like a physical blow. Her legs buckled, and she seized the edge of the table to keep from going down. The white coat, the title, the status—everything she had spent her entire life building, everything she had used to prop up her sense of self—gone in a single sentence.
“This is a setup!” she screamed, pointing at Cole’s assistant. “This is June Powell and Cole Compton! They fabricated that evidence to destroy me! You cannot do this p>
Cole’s assistant pushed off from the window and walked to the table. He slid a tablet across the surface toward her. The screen displayed grainy security footage from the hospital’s service corridor, clearly showing a woman in an ill-fitting nurse’s uniform slipping into the medication room the previous night. The woman’s gait was unmistakable.
“Mr. Compton’s patience is exhausted,” he said, his voice low and measured. “If you breathe a single word of this to the press, this footage and the complete forensic report will be on the desk of the NYPD Major Crimes Unit within five minutes. You will be arrested, charged with attempted murder, and you will spend the next twenty years in prison. Do you understand p>
Alycia’s face went the color of ash. She stared at the screen, her mouth opening and closing without producing sound. She finally understood. Cole hadn’t called the police. He had done something far worse. He had used his money and his reach to cut off her air supply—to erase her identity and make her a pariah overnight.
The hospital president picked up the phone. “Security—escort Dr. Beasley to the basement storage room to collect her personal belongings. She is to be off the premises within ten minutes p>