Chapter 133
Professionalism
Today wasn't just about observation. It was a quiet rebellion. A promise to myself to everyone who had doubted me that I could stand tall without anyone's hand to hold.
Then, out of the blur of white coats and moving bodies, I saw her.
Monica.
My sister-in-law.
She stood near the nurses' station, clipboard in hand, her posture as flawless as ever with chin high, voice sharp, commanding respect from those around her. It was almost ironic how effortlessly she fit into this world.
Her eyes found mine, and for a fleeting second, there was surprise. Then it vanished replaced by that familiar, polished smile that never reached her eyes.
"Well, well," she said, walking toward me, each step deliberate. "Alayna Sandra. I didn't expect to see you here. Are you… sick?" Her gaze swept over me, from my shoes to my face, dripping with sweet venom.
I met her stare calmly. "No. It's my first day working here."
