"I need that video," she insisted.

"Alright," he conceded. He knew better than to cross her. After all, he had to keep working here.

Plus, with Camila likely becoming the new director, making her mad now could mean trouble later.

Jobs were hard to come by, and this one paid well for easy work.

“Send me your email, and I'll forward it."

He quickly got Camila's email.

Moments later, her phone pinged with a notification.

Her email and phone were synced, so her phone would notify her when an email arrived.

"Just so you know, you should inform the director, or I will be..."

"I got it," Camila interrupted.

She intended to talk to the hospital director anyway. She couldn't handle this alone.

And the security staff was just following protocol.

“Don't sweat it. I'll explain everything to the boss. You won't be dragged into this."

She turned around and left the surveillance room.

Pausing at the door, she inhaled deeply.

The sight of the sulfuric acid in her cup had initially filled her with rage and disbelief.

Now, she could only feel pity for the person responsible.

How could someone stoop so low?

Especially since he was in a hospital where he was expected to be responsible.

She collected her thoughts and made her way to the director's office.