"Hey, are you Zora Paulson?" he asked me as he approached.

"Yes, I am. I am Zora Paulson," I replied, maintaining a blank expression.

"Oh, you're welcome. Come this way. The boss is already waiting for you," he responded, leading me to a different ward.

"I'm certain you were pissed off when you walked in here," he asked, looking concerned, but I shook my head in denial.

"It's fine. I wasn't," I said.

"Oh, glad you weren't. I apologize again. It's just that it's our campaign season, so it's crowded with our influencers and models," he explained, but I cut him off.

"Like I said, nothing was wrong. After all,...