60 : Surgeon Boss Bride

‘HAVE you heard who your next registrar is yet?’ David Lucas asked as he came into the doctors’ room late on Tuesday afternoon.

Ben Blackwood looked up from the newspaper he’d been reading. ‘No. I’ve been seeing private patients in my rooms all day. Anyone we know?’

The anaesthetist gave him a glad-it’s-you-and-not-me look. ‘Professor Willoughby’s daughter,’ he said, and seeing his colleague’s grim expression added, ‘I thought that might make your day.’

Ben tossed the paper to one side. ‘So Daddy’s little girl is trying her hand at neurosurgery, is she?’ he asked with a little curl of his lip.

‘Looks like it,’ David answered as he poured himself a coffee. ‘You’d better behave yourself, Ben. I know you don’t like the man but his only child is on the training scheme and you have a responsibility to train her just as you would any other registrar.’

Ben got to his feet and gave his workmate a confident smile. ‘You know me, Davo, I will remain professional at all times,’ he said, push