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- Apr 25, 2023
Glenview was an interesting town. Not quite large enough to be a city, yet with a sprawling population of all different shapes and sizes. But the town was absolutely historic, possessing one of the few remaining privately owned hospitals. No Government meddling, yet also no Government funding. It was an interesting shape to be in, yet being the only medical provider for Glenview and the surrounding area, you would think it to be a fairly profitable endeavour. Well you'd be wrong.
Curtis Smith stared at the lawyer, discussing the estate of his late father. Passing away a few weeks ago, his father had left him everything, including sole possession of this very hospital. Mr Smith had never looked fondly at his son, thinking him lazy and self-entitled. But it seemed like the father hoped this would knock some sense into his child. Inwardly, Curtis could not fathom how he was going to make this Hospital work. He was well aware of the financial situation, being in the red for years now. But he would have to think of something.
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Walking into the hospital Monday morning, the twenty-five year old man was dressed in a sharp navy suit. It was early, the reception desk empty as visitors were not expected yet. Walking through to the back, he passed the secretary's desk, seeing it also empty. It made sense, she wasn't due for another fifteen minutes at least. Just past her desk was his own office - large, with a beautiful mahogany desk, lush leather seats. It was stunning. Clearly whoever built and decorated the place, cared more about that, than turning a profit.
The new owner of Glenview Hospital was the very last person you'd expect running something of this magnitude. At only twenty five years of age, the man had a slight shadow of facial hair adorning his jawline, with slicked back brown hair. He wasn't particularly tall, perhaps 5'5, yet every other physical feature would make the word 'handsome' seem like an understatement. But as he sat at his new desk, he knew he should have been celebrating his new ownership. But all he could do was stress about how to make this damn place make some money...
Curtis Smith stared at the lawyer, discussing the estate of his late father. Passing away a few weeks ago, his father had left him everything, including sole possession of this very hospital. Mr Smith had never looked fondly at his son, thinking him lazy and self-entitled. But it seemed like the father hoped this would knock some sense into his child. Inwardly, Curtis could not fathom how he was going to make this Hospital work. He was well aware of the financial situation, being in the red for years now. But he would have to think of something.
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Walking into the hospital Monday morning, the twenty-five year old man was dressed in a sharp navy suit. It was early, the reception desk empty as visitors were not expected yet. Walking through to the back, he passed the secretary's desk, seeing it also empty. It made sense, she wasn't due for another fifteen minutes at least. Just past her desk was his own office - large, with a beautiful mahogany desk, lush leather seats. It was stunning. Clearly whoever built and decorated the place, cared more about that, than turning a profit.
The new owner of Glenview Hospital was the very last person you'd expect running something of this magnitude. At only twenty five years of age, the man had a slight shadow of facial hair adorning his jawline, with slicked back brown hair. He wasn't particularly tall, perhaps 5'5, yet every other physical feature would make the word 'handsome' seem like an understatement. But as he sat at his new desk, he knew he should have been celebrating his new ownership. But all he could do was stress about how to make this damn place make some money...
