THE FOOLISH DIRECTOR

Jackson's words and cold demeanor send a shiver down Director Bill's spine.

As the hospital's director, his responsibility is to oversee the hospital's daily operations and report to the CEO.

If the hospital were to suffer damage or disruption, how could he possibly explain it to the CEO? What excuse could he offer?

His face contorts with worry, large beads of sweat forming on his brow and trickling down his chin.

"Director Bill, you are suddenly sweating so profusely, is the air condition not to your liking? Or is anything the matter?” Jackson smiles, adopting an innocent demeanor that starkly contrasts with his earlier hostility.

"Um," Director Bill stammers, swallowing hard. 'Bold of you to ask me that when you are the reason I'm in this turmoil!' He practically yells in his head, but outwardly, he forces a half-hearted smile as he retorts, "Of course not, Mr. Steele, everything is perfectly fine, I just feel a little hot," he wipes off his sweat with his handkerchief. "But there
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