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Her phone buzzed. A text from her mother: «How’s your day going, honey?»
As she approached the exit, Dr. Owens appeared, flanked by two administrators. «Dr. Grant, I want to be clear: this isn’t personal. It’s about maintaining standards.»
She stopped, facing him. «Standards or control? Because from where I stand, those look very different.»
«You can’t just do whatever you want whenever you see fit.»
«And you can’t let people die while waiting for permission to save them.»
His face flushed. «This conversation is over.»
She nodded. «Yes, it is.»
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