Ava said nothing.
“She needs to be terminated,” Cassandra continued. “And if she isn’t, the Whitmore Trust will reconsider every dollar it contributes to this institution.”
The threat was surgical. The Whitmore Trust funded half the oncology research wing.
Helena exhaled slowly. “Ava,” she said quietly, “go to staff services. We’ll review the incident.”
Cassandra’s lips curled into a satisfied smile.