"This is an absolute disgrace!" Gregory bellowed, slamming a meaty fist on the table, rattling the untouched water glasses. "Dr. Devon thinks he can come in whenever he pleases, treating us like we’re his personal audience? The man’s ego is bigger than his so-called genius! We’ve got lives to save, protocols to approve, and he’s out there playing god-knows-what games. If this were my hospital, I’d have him scrubbing floors for this insolence!"
Seated in the conference room in a meticulously orchestrated hierarchy were the hospital’s elite. at the head, Dr. Rachel Kent, the Medical Director, her silver-streaked hair pulled into a severe bun, her fingers drumming a silent rhythm on a leather-bound agenda. To her immediate right sat Vice Chief of Staff Gregory Harlan, a bulldog of a man with a ruddy complexion and a perpetual scowl, his tie askew from his animated gestures.
Flanking them were the department heads, Dr Elias Thorne, Chief of Emergency Medicine, lean and hawkish; Dr Miriam Voss, Chief of Anesthesiology, her posture as precise as a scalpel, Dr Leonard Hayes, Chief of Radiology, peering over his glasses with scholarly skepticism. Further down, the Research Director, Dr Nadia Ruiz, doodled absentmindedly on her notepad, Professor Julian Croft, the Academic Affairs Lead, adjusted his cufflinks with feigned nonchalance; and Dr Serena Locke, Education Coordinator, fidgeted with her pen while she stared at the door.
Rachel Kent cleared her throat, her voice a cool counterpoint to his heat. "Gregory, let’s not escalate. Devon will be here shortly—"
"Shortly? He’s already twenty minutes late!" Gregory cut her off, his face purpling as he gestured wildly, his chair scraping back an inch from the momentum. "He’s only been here how many days, and he feels he can disrespect us this much? We need to let him know his place. This isn’t some playground for boy wonders; this is a hospital, for Christ’s sake!"
The room, already simmering, began to boil over as others joined the fray, their voices layering into a symphony of grievances. Dr Elias Thorne, Chief of Emergency Medicine, leaned back in his chair, crossing his lean arms with a wry smile that never quite reached his hawkish eyes.
"He’s got a point, Rachel. Devon’s brilliance aside, this is disrespectful. My ER team’s drowning in cases of gunshots, overdoses, the works and I’m here twiddling my thumbs like some first year resident."
Miriam Voss, Chief of Anesthesiology, nodded curtly, her lips pursing into a thin line of disapproval. Her posture was as rigid as her surgical precision, her dark hair pinned back without a strand out of place.
"Agreed. Time is a resource we can’t afford to squander. If his trauma protocols are as revolutionary as he claims, he should respect ours enough to show up on time. This sets a terrible example for the staff."
Leonard Hayes, Chief of Radiology, adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses with a deliberate motion, his voice measured and analytical, like a scan revealing hidden fractures. "Perhaps he’s finalizing some documents , but yes, this delay is... inefficient. We’re all operating on tight schedules here."
Even Nadia Ruiz, the Research Director couldn’t stay silent. She paused her absentminded doodling on her notepad, her sharp eyes narrowing behind thick frames. "It sets a poor precedent for research timelines. We’re all waiting on him, and in my world, delays compound like errors in a dataset."
Professor Julian Croft, the Academic Affairs Lead, harrumphed softly, adjusting his cufflinks with feigned nonchalance that barely masked his irritation. His scholarly beard twitched as he spoke. "In academia, punctuality is the bedrock of collaboration. This erodes it, plain and simple. How can we foster innovation if we can’t even start a meeting on time?"
Dr Serena Locke, the Education Coordinator and the youngest at the table, ventured her opinion hesitantly, her fingers fidgeting with a pen as if it were a lifeline. Her wide eyes darted around the room, seeking alliance. "Maybe there’s an emergency? Something critical in the wards? But... it does feel dismissive. Like our time isn’t as valuable."
They had been waiting, and in that interminable wait, frustrations had boiled over particularly from Gregory, who had been midway through yet another tirade about "unprofessionalism and disregard for institutional time" when the door finally swung open with a soft, almost mocking click.
All eyes snapped to the entrance like magnets drawn to steel. Devon stepped in, his presence an electric charge that silenced the room in an instant. Whispers of resentment flickered through their minds, but beneath the surface lurked a deeper undercurrent of inadequacy, a gnawing envy that twisted like a knife. Here was a man, no, a phenomenon. who had shattered every benchmark of excellence they clung to desperately.
Thoughts raced unbidden through their minds, How does he do it?
By nine, the International Rising Star in Medicine award—a prize they’d chased in their thirties. At twelve, the Distinguished Service Medal for public health breakthroughs that reshaped protocols worldwide. Sixteen: youngest Innovator in Medical Technology, patenting devices that saved thousands. And by twenty, an Honorary Fellowship from the Global Medical Alliance, an accolade that made their own CVs feel like scribbled notes.
They were titans in their fields, but when compared to what he had accomplished they were insignificant.
Gregory’s tirade sputtered to a halt mid-sentence, his mouth hanging open for a beat before snapping shut into a glare that could melt steel. The others fell silent, the weight of Devon’s aura pressing down like gravity.
Devon paused, absorbing the stares with that infuriatingly serene smile. He clapped his hands together once, a sharp, echoing punctuation, then inclined his head in a gentle bow, the gesture laced with just enough humility to disarm, but not enough to apologize fully.
"My sincerest apologies for the delay, esteemed colleagues. A matter of utmost urgency demanded my attention. Shall we proceed?"
Gregory let out a derisive scoff, loud enough to cut through the room like a blade. "What urgency? I checked your schedule, you-"
Rachel Kent raised a hand, "Enough, Gregory. Dr Devon is here now. Let’s not waste more time." Her eyes met Devon’s, a subtle nod urging him forward.
Only after she spoke did Devon truly stare at her with his eyes, his gaze sliding over Rachel Kent with a smoldering intensity that felt like a slow, deliberate undressing. Her face was a masterpiece of sharp elegance, high cheekbones framing eyes.
Her suit was plastered to her tits like it was painted on, those heavy, full breasts straining the buttons, begging to be freed and groped, her waist nipping in before flaring out to hips that promised a wild ride, and an ass he’d love to slap raw. Her legs crossed under the table, skirt hiked just enough to tease the promise of thigh-highs or bare skin, making his cock twitch at the thought of spreading them wide, pounding into her wet, mature pussy until she screamed his name.
GILF? Fucking exquisite, Devon murmured his lips parting slightly as he savored the fantasy of her breathless beneath him.
"Sorry, what did you say?" It was Nadia’s voice that rang out, the Research Director’s tone laced with genuine puzzlement. She stared at Devon from her seat further down the table, her brow furrowed, notepad forgotten in her lap.
Devon’s smile deepened, a flicker of wicked amusement in his eyes as he shook his head, dismissing the slip with effortless charm. "Nothing. Just clearing my throat."
But even as the words left his lips, a familiar chime echoed in his mind, a soft, ethereal ping that only he could hear. The air before him shimmered subtly, invisible to the others, as a translucent screen materialized in his vision, its edges glowing with that otherworldly luminescence.
[System Notification]
[New Quest Unlocked: Conquest of Experience]
Objective: Seduce and sleep with 5 GILFs (Grandmothers I’d Like to Fuck) within the hospital premises.
Rewards:
+2,000 EXP upon completion
Achievement Unlocked: "Silver Fox Tamer" – Grants
+10% Charisma boost in interactions with women over 50
Bonus Item: Elixir of Vitality (Enhances stamina and recovery for 24 hours)
Partial Progress Rewards: +200 EXP per conquest, with escalating bonuses for each subsequent seduction.
Accept? [Y/N]
Devon’s lips curled into a predatory smirk, his gaze flicking briefly to Rachel, then to Nadia, and even to Miriam Voss, whose stern elegance held its own forbidden promise. He mentally selected "Y," the screen then dissolving.