Many people exchanged glances. Some subtly raised their eyebrows, others smiled faintly with knowing expressions—fully aware of the director's "game." Elevating a resident to sit at the same table as seasoned department heads was quite a departure from the hospital's long-standing traditions.
Still, most didn't object when they saw Prao Napa stand and greet everyone with humble, polite wais. Her beauty, one could say, granted her a kind of "beauty privilege"—the unspoken advantages society bestows on those who meet its standards of attractiveness.
The sole exception was Dr. Chamaiporn Kulsiri, the veteran obstetrician-gynecologist with nearly twenty years in the field. Her sharp features, framed by rectangular glasses, radiated incisiveness. Her piercing eyes narrowed slightly at the scene before her.
Chamaiporn sat with legs confidently crossed, slender fingers lightly tapping a pen on the table as she observed the young doctor bowing respectfully. She said nothing and showed no outward irritation, but inwardly she boiled with frustration and suspicion.
We slaved day and night for over a decade to earn a department head seat—sacrificing health and personal time. Yet this woman, here barely any time, gets invited to the big table... why? Because of her looks?
The polite smile plastered on Chamaiporn's face hid her true feelings from everyone. Deep down, she couldn't easily accept that a mere resident was joining executive-level meetings alongside senior physicians.
She glanced sideways at Director Anuwat at the head of the table, inhaling softly. The director's excessive familiarity with the young doctor only heightened her resentment. If anyone was climbing the ranks through favoritism in this hospital, it was clearly that fresh-faced little thing.
After the meeting concluded, the doctors dispersed to their duties. Prao Napa had already left. Now only Dr. Chamaiporn and Director Anuwat remained—the latter checking messages and emails on his phone.
"Director... today's meeting was quite interesting," Dr. Chamaiporn began. "But may I be direct for a moment? No offense taken, I hope?"
The mature director smiled thinly in response.
"Please, Dr. Porn. I'm always open to questions."
"Having a resident sit at the same table as senior department heads like this—do you have some special reason? By our long-held customs, it doesn't seem very appropriate."
Anuwat chuckled softly in his throat, perfectly concealing his sly gaze.
"Oh, that... I simply want to give the younger generation opportunities to learn. The world turns quickly these days—we can't cling to old frameworks forever. Don't you agree?"
Dr. Chamaiporn arched an eyebrow high.
"True. But there are many more experienced younger doctors in this hospital—like Dr. Wasan in ENT... Why specifically Dr. Prao Napa?"
Anuwat set his phone down, leaned back slightly, and smiled.
"Dr. Prao Napa has exceptional potential and deserves encouragement. I believe we should make space for talented people from the start."
"Or... because she's your 'favorite'?" Dr. Chamaiporn emphasized the word "favorite."
Having been here long and well aware of Anuwat's character—from rising through the ranks as a staff doctor to becoming director—she feared no bluntness with him. The conference room fell abruptly silent. Their eyes locked: hers probing and seasoned; his expert in power plays.
"Trust me, Dr. Porn—everything I do is solely for the hospital's benefit," the director said, cutting off further discussion before rising and leaving the room. He left the middle-aged doctor stewing in lingering irritation.
In his mind, Anuwat returned to the conference room. How could he possibly tell Dr. Chamaiporn that inviting Prao Napa today was only the first step in drawing her closer—the initial move to gradually bring her nearer to him?
Throughout the just-concluded meeting, his eyes had swept over the rows of doctors, but none captivated him like Prao Napa seated at the far end—so gracefully striking.
Lust flared within Anuwat like embers in a stove. He cleared a few remaining tasks, glanced at his watch, pondered briefly, then made a short call. Once everything aligned as desired, the mature man summoned his driver.
The luxurious European sedan glided onto the main road, heading directly to another hospital. It parked quietly at the exit. Moments later, a graceful young nurse emerged and slipped into the back seat beside him.
"Hello, Director," she greeted with an elegant wai. He returned it and smiled warmly.
"Tired today, little Bew?" Anuwat asked.
"Not really—shifts are lighter lately," Bew replied.
Anuwat admired her lightly made-up face, then nodded to the driver.
"Back to my condo."
This uniformed nurse was one of the young women Anuwat had supported since her nursing college days, later using connections to place her in the hospital he'd just collected her from. Over the years, he'd savored her exquisite body countless times.
Today was no exception. The raging desire ignited by closeness to Dr. Prao Napa burned hot within him. He glimpsed slim opportunities but knew to advance his plan slowly, without startling the prey. For now, he needed release—and Bew was the perfect remedy.
Arriving at one of Anuwat's luxury residences, he led the much younger nurse upstairs. The door closed with a soft click; silence instantly enveloped the room.
Anuwat stepped closer to Bew, his eyes blazing with intense fire.
"Bew... come here. Come closer to me."
His deep voice was soft yet laced with undeniable authority.
Bew smiled faintly, sensing the magnetic pull in his gaze. The young woman in pristine white uniform nodded and moved nearer, sitting beside him on the plush sofa. Anuwat reached out, touching her slender shoulder while gazing at her with raw desire.
"Today, I don't know what's come over me, but I've missed you terribly," Anuwat said with a sly half-smile.
She smiled back, her fair hand sliding to his top shirt button and undoing it to help him relax.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Why is that?"
"Because you're this beautiful, of course."
Anuwat flattered Bew without elaborating that his professed "missing" truly meant pure sexual craving—not sparked by her, but by another woman named Prao Napa.
Bew glanced up coyly, heart pounding faster. She knew well: the stronger his mood, the fiercer the battle ahead. The director's bedroom skills surpassed those of younger men she'd known—despite his age, he could leave her utterly exhausted, aching, and blissfully ravished all at once.
"Shall I massage you first... like usual?" she asked, squeezing his thick arm.
"No need... let's go to the bedroom."
Anuwat took her hand and led the young nurse inside, allowing no time to change or prepare—he craved indulging fully in her sights, scents, sounds, and sensations while she remained in that pure white uniform.