The matron, a formidable presence with a voice as sharp as a scalpel, stood before the group of interns like a general addressing her troops.
Her eyes, cold and calculating, roved over the sea of nervous faces, her displeasure evident in the faint downturn of her mouth. When she finally spoke, her words carried the weight of command.
"Listen up," she barked, her tone slicing through the air. "The new chief will be arriving shortly, accompanied by the former chief.
“I expect every single one of you to be on your best behavior. And let me make this perfectly clear—if you cannot answer the new chief’s questions or fail to impress them, consider yourself marked. There will be no second chances to correct a bad first impression."
The room grew unbearably still, save for the sound of pens b
