“Excuse me,” she said calmly, though her voice cut cleanly through the noise. “This is a hospital. Put the phone away and apologize to Henry.”
Tiffany lowered the phone just enough to look Katherine up and down. What she saw was a tired woman in a travel-stained white suit with minimal makeup and no visible entourage.
“And who are you?” Tiffany sneered. “Some patient’s aunt? Mind your own business.”
Henry’s eyes widened the moment he recognized Katherine. He opened his mouth, but she gave the slightest shake of her head.
Not yet.
“You are more than an hour late for your shift,” Katherine continued. “You are violating hospital dress code, filming without permission, and insulting an employee old enough to be your grandfather.”
Tiffany’s expression hardened. She lifted the phone again and shoved the camera toward Katherine’s face. “Look at this, everybody. Some bitter old Karen is attacking me at work. Probably angry because her husband dumped her.”
Several people turned. A few more phones appeared. Heat crept up Katherine’s neck, but she stayed perfectly still.
“Put the phone down,” she repeated.
Tiffany smiled.
