In the seemingly quiet office located in the 4th Floor of Hospital Universitari de Bellvitge in Barcelona, a female surgeon resided. Upon entering, A striking red paint can be seen adorning the walls of a medium-sized room which also had certain black linings to accentuate the hue further. The Furniture such as chairs, tables, drawers and other things had the touch of modern art that would be covered in expensive black leather or the color itself. Medical equipments were neatly placed within a white shelf and another similar one contained certain science-related books. One would say that the room was not befitting of a professional medical practitioner. However, the most interesting that stand out from the room would be the soothing aroma that would captivate many people.
The scent had originated from a small cup that was in the hands of the primary occupant of the room. It was slowly being raised to her naturally pink lips, as she tasted the bittersweet taste of the exquisite Lotus Tea. A few sips were taken before it was placed down upon its plate. Eyes of blue and green lingered on it for a few moments, before it returned to the piles of papers upon the desk. The room was neat to the core however; the main desk was a horror waiting to be uncovered. Sighing, she reluctantly looked through the files. She had heard from her assistant that the files of her patient were delivered a few minutes earlier. It was needed for her to review it before she would proceed to surgery that would be occurring within an hour.
"I should clean up table once in awhile... Luckily, I am on break until then."
Leaning upon her chair, she removed her glasses and placed it beside her prepared tea. After that, she rubbed the bridge of her nose to alleviate stress that was piling up within her being. The day had been quite hectic due to the rise of patients that required her expertise. She had been deprived from sleep for almost a day now. However, she cannot simply stop. Lives are depending on her. Taking hold of her tea once again, she had decided to take a few sips when the door to her office was suddenly opened with much force.
"Doctor! Emergency! We need you at surgery now!"
Due to the startling entrance, the tea that she was holding was dropped to the floor as the crashing sound of porcelain echoed through the room. Silence reigned between them. The nurse who had delivered the urgent matter covered her mouth in shock. She did not mean to surprise the doctor. The nurse gazed at the female surgeon who seemed to be in a quiet mood. It was clear that she had to apologize for her rude actions.
"I am so sorry Doctor! I did not mean to---"
A sigh and a shrug were enough responses to impede the statement of the worried nurse. The female surgeon had finally found the document of her next patient. There was no use crying over spilt milk however, in her case it would spilt tea. Anyway, her break seemed to be over. She had an idea that something would make her day more stressful than it already has. Scanning through the papers that she now held, she walked passed the nurse without much a glance not until she had opened the door.
"Do clean that up. I will be at surgery."
With that, she left her office, no other words were spoken. She walked along the white hallways that denoted cleanliness as she proceeded to the OR. Such events were the normalcy of her day at work. Nothing exciting or different happened around her. She did not even have time for any social events. All of her time and efforts were focused on her profession. It was not until she had received a mysterious mail, which was covered in the heap of documents that she had to finish by the end of the week on her desk. How little did she know it would change not only her schedule but also herself completely.
Near Long Island, Bahamas Airport
The good surgeon gazed at the small window beside her. Her aura seemed to be free from worries or stress. Something was different about her. She was not in her hospital office rather she was in the V.I.P section of an airplane. Sitting without care in the world, in her hands was a cup of red wine that the steward had delivered her. This was such an atmosphere she could get used to. It was truly a miracle for that mail to be seen by her at the last minute. The plane ticket was about to expire and she was about to disqualified in receiving this free vacation to the Bahamas. She definitely needed this at the moment.
In the past three months, she had forgotten about the survey she had filled up. To her, it was merely a whim of hers at that moment and she even looked up the SimpleLife Ltd. on the internet. There was nothing suspicious about it thus; she did not expect anything from it. However, upon seeing the mail. Surprised and curiosity flooded her. It was a blessing in disguise for her. All the needed documents and information about the Resort where she would be staying was inside the envelope. No single doubt was in her mind besides; this was once in a lifetime opportunity for her. She cannot simply let this go.
Closing her eyes, she let herself be at ease. No emergency call and such would bother her. No scalpel, blood and organ would stain her hands. She was simple an ordinary citizen having a relaxing time at a luxurious resort. It was fortunate that her administrator had allowed her to take a few weeks leave from work especially when she was wanted by most of the patients. The Big Boss seemed to be worried about her health. She was deemed to need some alone time. A smile was upon her face as the Pilot had announced their arrival at the airport. She finished her red wine and prepared herself for the descent.
After a few moments, a beautiful mestiza was at the arrival lounge. Her heterochromia eyes gazed around to look for her so-called butler. It made her feel like a noble or royalty in some way. In any case, she would need to apologize about her late arrival. A week was about to pass before she had informed the company of her arrival. Luckily, she was still accommodated. Soon enough, she had seen a creepy looking man carrying a board with her name on it."Selene Adrasteia Feleet", it was computerized and was done in bold format. She approached the man and had a kind smile. It was clear that the surgeon was very beautiful in her own right without even an ounce of make-up on her face.
"I am Selene Adrasteia Feleet, I apologize for my late arrival. There had been few problems with my mails."