Ella
I sigh as the deputy director is finally dragged out of the hospital after causing a small comotion of having to be forced out.
Honestly, it was annoying how loud he'd been, begging for forgiveness or mercy despite how it was far too late for that.
He won't find any of that from me, not after what he did.
"Thank you for compiling the data for me," I tell the corporate general manager. He's been a big help throughout this.
"Of course," he replies, "you're doing good work despite how you've only been here for a short time."
I hum, standing up and facing him properly.
Emmit Ballwin, general manager for five years, has worked at the hospital for about eight. He did good work, was diligent and kept a good organization of the files. There were a few strange things about his background, but that's why I had him help, to get a better idea of his personality.