Sixteen

Belle's POV

The days had been dragging on endlessly. My heart ached with the longing to see or at least talk to Zane. Since coming back home, I had been holed up inside the house and the most places I visit, I went were with the family driver.

And he was either taking me to and from work as if I were a child in need of constant supervision. Gradually my cup of tolerance was also coming to its end.

A loud knock on my office door broke my thoughts. I looked up to see Jane standing there, a smug look plastered across her face.

"What do you want, Jane?" I asked, trying to mask my irritation.

Jane had been acting like the queen of the Coast since I resumed the work. She kept on picking on the junior doctors, aids and children.

Jane's smirk widened. "I want you to get the fuck out of the hospital right now," she demanded.

Great. Finally, she spoke. "Thank you for finally saying something," I replied, gathering my things. I was already tired of staring at the medical books in front of me,