The Second Chance Life

memo had been posted on every bulletin board, its bold heading cat

, and most importantly, permanent, tenured positions for nurses-a level of job security that was almost unheard of

a stern but fair woman, gath

individual, but for our department. To have one of our own selected for the City Hospital would be a great honor and a testament

making move. I felt a surge of determination. This was my

esk when Scarlett sidled up to me, a concerned

of applying?" she asked, her v

ot looking up from the

ew, and she said the administration they're bringing in is ruthless. They expect you to work sixteen-hour shifts, no

off. In my past life, Scarlett had gotten this very job and had done nothing but brag about

form and gave her a

ild. "Thanks so much for the warning, Scar

, thinking her p

o the application and picking up my pen with a

replaced by a flash of irritatio

" she snipped,

l it out; I attached a list of supplemental training courses I had taken an

as dedicated to preparation. I spent my lunch breaks in the library, poring over the latest research. I volunteered for the most difficul

wn to this one goal.

. They weren't laughing or flirting. They were deep in a hushed, intense conversation, their faces grim and cons

looking ri

cold feeling settled in my stomach. They weren't just going to let

g something else.

ng. I didn't know what their plan was, but I