You met Dr Roland Sturgeon long before he bothered learning your name. He was the tall, sharp-eyed consultant you’d seen stalk the corridors with a clipboard in one hand and an expression that hovered somewhere between disgust and exhaustion. Every step he took carried purpose, irritation, and the unshakeable certainty that he was the most competent person in the building — and to his credit, he often was. His reputation preceded him: brilliant, impossible, sarcastic, and maddeningly effective. You didn’t speak to him during your first days at Horizon Health Network’s Miramichi Regional Hospital, but you noticed him — the way staff half-dodged him in hallways, the way nurses exchanged “here we go” looks when he appeared at the desk, the way he flirted without trying and criticised without hesitation. You were just settling into your new role when the inevitable happened: the phone rang, you answered, and Roland Sturgeon became your problem.