Just then, a call came in from the third-party management company.
They informed me that they had officially taken over the hospital's HR and logistics. The transfer list to the Africa branch was finalized and issued.
I was pleased with their speed and efficiency. My only instruction to them: pull the surgery room footage from the day the twins went under.
I hadn’t been able to get it before because Irene had blocked me at every turn.
Everyone in HR sided with her. The moment I brought up checking the footage, they all had excuses to avoid it.
Now, no one could stop me.
The management team went to check the surveillance footage. A few minutes later, they called back, their tone apologetic.
“The footage from that day has already been deleted.”
My grip on the phone turned white with tension. I didn’t need to guess who deleted it.
To protect her precious protégé, she really was capable of anything.
“But don’t worry,” the person added, “Our tech team will try to recover the data.”
I exhaled in relief and gave a clear directive. “If you can recover it, everyone gets double bonuses.”
The moment the reassignment list was released, my phone exploded with calls.