In just a week of resuming work as the new and youngest physiotherapist of the department, Stacy had it hard already with the tyranny of the senior doctors and under their scrutinizing eyes that were ready to prey on her.
Training on utilization and navigation of the patient's medical records was left for her to fully figure out, and her qualifications were sarcastically questioned many times without a number by the bitter seniors.
They handed her so much to do at the same time in just a few days, and the work-life balance she thought she would experience in a hospital meant for top elites was already zero.
She was mostly thrown several challenging questions that were even out of her niche by them, but she was able to crush every question beyond their expectations.
So that she would falter and make mistakes, Stacy was given more than she was supposed to do in one day and assigned mostly to grumpy, old elites with anger issues and nasty behaviors to frustrate her.
However, she was able to capture their hearts with her elegance and warm personality, and she made them comfortable with her in just two weeks after arriving.
Many of them even wanted to recommend their sons to a graceful lady like her. They thought she was too perfect to be a doctor.
And that made the senior doctors even madder.
"Gosh! I just hate her. She acts like she is better than everyone," Bella, the older one said as she flipped through the pages of a random book on her desk, with her legs comfortably crossed on it as she slouched into her chair.
"Not as much as I do. Did you see the dress she wore today? It costs seven grand. Shows you that she got her job through connections probably because of her father's filthy money," Maria the youngest of them, rolled her eyes angrily, as she reached out for the sausage beside her and tore the wrapper.
"Seven grand? That is crazy!" Julia, the oldest among them that acted like she was not initially interested in the conversation, cut in immediately.
"Not only that. The bag she came with this morning is from a well-known brand. It is twelve fucking thousand! Not to talk of the heels and other accessories. She just wears everything to flaunt that she is from a better family. Imagine, she said that she was not interested in staying in the doctor's quarters because she apparently has an apartment not far from here," Maria explained further, because she was the most savvy among them, and had most information concerning everything that was going on in the hospital with many doctors, including their secrets.
"I hate her so much! She gets on my gut so much, and the sight of her just ruins my day. I just want her to leave! Worst of all, she is the one most of the guys talk about. Even ones from a different department," Bella muttered spitefully.
"It is hard to make her leave. She doesn't complain when given too much work, completes it on time, and still manages to go home fast. It is crazy how she works like a beast. When you give her a research job to do, she already has a backup for so many topics. Literature reviews, data collection, and analysis. Just name it...." Julia finally joined the conversation fully, as a medium to also relieve herself of her anger ever since Stacy had joined them.
"Perhaps we should increase her workload even more. Make her handle the worst patients with little or no recovery chance rate, and blame her for anything that goes wrong," Bella suggested with a hard glare on her face that etched wicked intentions.
"Hmnn. That is a great idea….." Maria dragged the last word meaningfully, as she thought of what else she could do to frustrate Stacy.
"I have a better one. Come closer," Julia smirked, and signaled to them to bring their ears as close as they could, "Find her the worst and most narcissistic VIP client that would get her to work outside the hospital, and then would get her fired at any slightest mistake," she suggested.
"I think I have the perfect person in mind," Bella suddenly thought as she smiled maliciously, with a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes. The client who would be her smooth way to get kicked out.