Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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Two days later, Georgia's phone lit up with a call from Saylor Hospital's inpatient unit.
"Hey, Ms. Murray? Nurse manager Ellen Jenkins here. Word is you're a solid caregiver. Too bad you didn't nail the interview, but we're short a critical care aide in the ICU. You can start tomorrow."Ellen cringed as she spoke.
Asking the former queen of the Top Doctors List to handle critical care grunt work? Without Ms. Faulkner's pressure, she'd never have made the call. It felt dirty.
But Georgia's cool "Yeah, I'm in" left Jenkins floored.
'She's actually down for this?' she wondered.
In a slick office, Gemma lounged, legs crossed, smirking as Noelle slid a latte her way. "Nice one, dumping Georgia in the ICU. You got the next step, right? Don't play dumb."
Noelle's lip curled. Georgia was a total has-been in her eyes—dumped, disgraced, a nobody scraping the bottom. Sticking her in the ICU was practically doing her a solid.
"Why's Georgia always the golden girl while I'm stuck eating dust?" Noelle muttered to herself, her skills just as sharp but always overlooked.
Knowing Georgia had dirt on her only fueled Noelle's venom. "If she's got the guts to show up at Saylor, I'll make sure she stays down. She'll see you are the real boss, Ms. Faulkner."
Gemma's red lips twitched. "Trash like her's still got uses. Depends how you play it."
She eyed her fresh nails, voice dripping scorn. "Why not squeeze one last job outta her? You wanna stay small fry forever?"
Noelle's eyes lit up. She and Gemma were totally on the same page.
That day, Saylor's website blew up with stories hyping Noelle's grit and genius, especially her "Art of 24 Needles" therapy—now a legit medical reference.
The comments? Pure Noelle worship.
Days ago, the internet roasted Georgia. Now, it was all love for Noelle.
Georgia scrolled the site, her gaze sharp as a knife. 'Enjoy your spotlight, Noelle.'
Georgia rolled up to Saylor's ICU. Head Nurse Ellen Jenkins hustled her to the elite critical care unit.
"Your job's this patient," she mumbled, then bolted like she'd seen a ghost.
Georgia braced herself. Noelle wouldn't toss her a soft case.
She knocked, pushed the door open, and dodged a cup that smashed against the frame with a crack.
A gruff voice barked, "Beat it! I said I don't need anyone, and you still barge in?"
A cranky old man on the bed glared, face red. High paraplegia meant only his arms worked.
Spotting Georgia, he froze, then slumped, only to snap, "You're the one they sent to babysit me?"
Georgia strolled to the window, yanking the curtains open with a smile. "Yup, I'm Georgia."
"Who told you to open that? Shut it, now!" He yelled, arms flailing uselessly.
"Fresh air's good for ya, sir," Georgia said, chill as ever.
"Nurse! Yo, nurse! Get her outta here!" He grabbed for the call button.
Georgia wasn't here to fight. "Alright, alright, I'll close it. No need to yell, okay?" She slid the window shut.
As he sensed she needed the gig, the old man's eyes gleamed. "I don't wanna see your face. Get out and wait."
Georgia stepped out, no fuss. The guy blinked, thrown by her compliance, then chilled.
Ten minutes later, his voice boomed, "Hey, get in here!"
Georgia sighed. 'Total jerk.'
"Oh, and wash those sheets. By hand. In the hall. I don't wanna look at you," he ordered.
She knew he was screwing with her, but she'd done worse. Grabbing a basin, she crouched in the hallway, scrubbing away.
Passing nurses snickered. The former top doc, now washing sheets? The shade was thick.
"Look at that. Karma's a real one, huh? Bet she regrets crossing Ms. Faulkner."
"Should've stayed low-key."
"Total loser. Chased guys, lost it all, now stuck cleaning up after geezers."
Georgia paused, hands in the suds, shooting them a look. 'Noelle's still running her old tricks. Weak.'
A smug nurse strutted up and "accidentally" kicked the basin, spilling water and sheets.
She grinned. "Oops. Your bucket was in my way."
Before Georgia could stand, the old man roared, "Georgia! You slacking on my sheets to chit-chat? Don't like it? Hit the road!"
Georgia eyed the nurse, then crouched to clean up. 'Revenge first. These clowns aren't worth it.'
The nurse smirked, looming over her. "Gotta know your place, girl. Would've saved you some trouble."
"Yo, ladies! Ms. Faulkner got us milkshakes. Let's roll!" another nurse called.
"Ms. Faulkner's a queen. Hot, kind, killing it. Not like some hot mess."
As their laughs faded, Georgia gripped the rag, knuckles white. 'Today's crap? I'm coming for you, Noelle.'
She kept scrubbing. Then, polished dress shoes stepped into view.
Her heart stopped. She looked up—Louis, suit sharp, face cold as ice.
He didn't glance her way, striding past like she was invisible. His crisp cologne hit her, stirring old wounds.
Georgia gave a bitter smile, watching him fade down the hall. 'Duh. It's Elsie's med pickup day.'
"Hey, Ms. Murray? Nurse manager Ellen Jenkins here. Word is you're a solid caregiver. Too bad you didn't nail the interview, but we're short a critical care aide in the ICU. You can start tomorrow."Ellen cringed as she spoke.
Asking the former queen of the Top Doctors List to handle critical care grunt work? Without Ms. Faulkner's pressure, she'd never have made the call. It felt dirty.
But Georgia's cool "Yeah, I'm in" left Jenkins floored.
'She's actually down for this?' she wondered.
In a slick office, Gemma lounged, legs crossed, smirking as Noelle slid a latte her way. "Nice one, dumping Georgia in the ICU. You got the next step, right? Don't play dumb."
Noelle's lip curled. Georgia was a total has-been in her eyes—dumped, disgraced, a nobody scraping the bottom. Sticking her in the ICU was practically doing her a solid.
"Why's Georgia always the golden girl while I'm stuck eating dust?" Noelle muttered to herself, her skills just as sharp but always overlooked.
Knowing Georgia had dirt on her only fueled Noelle's venom. "If she's got the guts to show up at Saylor, I'll make sure she stays down. She'll see you are the real boss, Ms. Faulkner."
Gemma's red lips twitched. "Trash like her's still got uses. Depends how you play it."
She eyed her fresh nails, voice dripping scorn. "Why not squeeze one last job outta her? You wanna stay small fry forever?"
Noelle's eyes lit up. She and Gemma were totally on the same page.
That day, Saylor's website blew up with stories hyping Noelle's grit and genius, especially her "Art of 24 Needles" therapy—now a legit medical reference.
The comments? Pure Noelle worship.
Days ago, the internet roasted Georgia. Now, it was all love for Noelle.
Georgia scrolled the site, her gaze sharp as a knife. 'Enjoy your spotlight, Noelle.'
Georgia rolled up to Saylor's ICU. Head Nurse Ellen Jenkins hustled her to the elite critical care unit.
"Your job's this patient," she mumbled, then bolted like she'd seen a ghost.
Georgia braced herself. Noelle wouldn't toss her a soft case.
She knocked, pushed the door open, and dodged a cup that smashed against the frame with a crack.
A gruff voice barked, "Beat it! I said I don't need anyone, and you still barge in?"
A cranky old man on the bed glared, face red. High paraplegia meant only his arms worked.
Spotting Georgia, he froze, then slumped, only to snap, "You're the one they sent to babysit me?"
Georgia strolled to the window, yanking the curtains open with a smile. "Yup, I'm Georgia."
"Who told you to open that? Shut it, now!" He yelled, arms flailing uselessly.
"Fresh air's good for ya, sir," Georgia said, chill as ever.
"Nurse! Yo, nurse! Get her outta here!" He grabbed for the call button.
Georgia wasn't here to fight. "Alright, alright, I'll close it. No need to yell, okay?" She slid the window shut.
As he sensed she needed the gig, the old man's eyes gleamed. "I don't wanna see your face. Get out and wait."
Georgia stepped out, no fuss. The guy blinked, thrown by her compliance, then chilled.
Ten minutes later, his voice boomed, "Hey, get in here!"
Georgia sighed. 'Total jerk.'
"Oh, and wash those sheets. By hand. In the hall. I don't wanna look at you," he ordered.
She knew he was screwing with her, but she'd done worse. Grabbing a basin, she crouched in the hallway, scrubbing away.
Passing nurses snickered. The former top doc, now washing sheets? The shade was thick.
"Look at that. Karma's a real one, huh? Bet she regrets crossing Ms. Faulkner."
"Should've stayed low-key."
"Total loser. Chased guys, lost it all, now stuck cleaning up after geezers."
Georgia paused, hands in the suds, shooting them a look. 'Noelle's still running her old tricks. Weak.'
A smug nurse strutted up and "accidentally" kicked the basin, spilling water and sheets.
She grinned. "Oops. Your bucket was in my way."
Before Georgia could stand, the old man roared, "Georgia! You slacking on my sheets to chit-chat? Don't like it? Hit the road!"
Georgia eyed the nurse, then crouched to clean up. 'Revenge first. These clowns aren't worth it.'
The nurse smirked, looming over her. "Gotta know your place, girl. Would've saved you some trouble."
"Yo, ladies! Ms. Faulkner got us milkshakes. Let's roll!" another nurse called.
"Ms. Faulkner's a queen. Hot, kind, killing it. Not like some hot mess."
As their laughs faded, Georgia gripped the rag, knuckles white. 'Today's crap? I'm coming for you, Noelle.'
She kept scrubbing. Then, polished dress shoes stepped into view.
Her heart stopped. She looked up—Louis, suit sharp, face cold as ice.
He didn't glance her way, striding past like she was invisible. His crisp cologne hit her, stirring old wounds.
Georgia gave a bitter smile, watching him fade down the hall. 'Duh. It's Elsie's med pickup day.'
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