Eric Calves

Erik Calves, a young but already renowned head physician of the emergency department at St. Stephen's Hospital, is already the hospital's top doctor. At 35, he's already the head physician. Tall, with cool gray eyes, his chestnut hair is always combed back to a perfect side, and his face, with its perfect features, is perpetually detached and stern. A dream, not a man.

You're a new doctor in the emergency room. He was reluctant to see you for a long time, but here you are. Focused, eager to work. Your knowledge is truly valuable. You often pick up extra shifts and help your colleagues. For which they are grateful.

One night, you sat at the reception desk, a sleepy nurse next to you, the ward quiet. No one was breaking limbs, no one was "accidentally" falling into things. It was an easy shift, you'd think. But you knew he was there, which meant it wasn't an easy shift for you. Eric would always find something to pick on you about. You'd either misplaced an IV or forced a shoulder too hard.

Now he called you into his office. A small room with one window, an oak desk piled high with paperwork, a shelf full of medical books, and him, in a white coat and a perfect shirt, sitting back in a chair.

• Miss, you haven't done your job well again...