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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 141 Closer
Dr. Azra Namid looked worried. He was a short man with dark obviously dyed black hair and small dark eyes. To make up for his lack of height, he had a big personality.
His office was decorated to match the big personality. Instead of the tasteful, but muted colors of all the other offices, Dr. Namid's office was done in a bright mustard yellow. One wall was entirely covered with pictures of Dr. Namid and happy celebrity parents. It kind of implied that he had provided services to the infants of the famous parents. He hadn't. Most were Photo Shopped and at least fifteen years old. The few that were real had been taken at charity events when he practiced in Los Angeles.
Another wall was covered with framed letters from grateful parents, but most of these were also created by the public relations firm he hired the second he got his medical license. Some doctors believed that it was beneath them to promote themselves. He thought they were fools. He had wisely taken business courses in his undergraduate days. Marketing classes helped him learn how to sell himself. In the end, medicine was about money and image counted more than reality.
His medical career was on the downswing and he was no longer under the illusion he was going to contribute brilliant ideas to the field of neo-natal surgery. His strategy was simple: make as much money as possible before he ended his career.
Margaret Murphy or the Red Bitch as she was known to most of the medical staff was sitting across from him in his office. She was a short red-headed woman who at her best was unpleasant.
"Put Dr. Knowles back into the rotation. I already told her that she could assist in three surgeries."
"You really think that's wise?"
"She kissed my ass for five minutes, told me that I was the reason she was at St. Thomas because she wanted to work with me. She's qualified and after her personal appeal, I think it would look suspicious if I didn't work with her."
"Better make sure no one dies when she's assisting."
"That shouldn't be too hard unless there's an emergency surgery. Some of those you never know how they are going to go."
"Just three more months," Margaret said sighing. "I'm still not convinced that it's wise for Dr. Knowles to assist you."
"Haven't you heard the expression keep your friends close and your enemies closer? We need to assume Dr. Knowles is our enemy."