Frankenstein's Plastic Surgery Clinic by Mihaela Bogdan (reading diary .txt) 📖

Dear readers, this book is a sequel of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. This doesn't mean that I didn't like her book, but I want to make a happy living for our monster friend among the normal people.
  Every place, character and other elements that are present in the story, is FICTIONAL. I create every detail in my imagination and put it on virtual paper. If somehow you will find something similar from this book in real life or in other books, written by other members of the bookrix site; I assure you it is pure COINCIDENCE!
  Thank you for your understanding and enjoy reading!
  If you want to comment or give me some advice, I am more than happy to read your thoughts and opinions about my writing.

-Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! My name is Harold Smith, the X channel's news presenter and today's guest is the famous pop singer, Lisa!
  The audience start clapping and cheering for the guest of the show.
  -Hello Harold, it is nice to be here! Lisa responded smiling and waving at the audience.
  -Lisa is it true that last month you decided to have a plastic surgery to get rid of your face's imperfections and ended up looking ... well uhhh ...
  -Looking like a monster, yes Harold. I was so angry that I wanted to sue that so called ''plastic surgeon". Lisa said the last two words gathering her index fingers and middle fingers twice.
  -But today you look like you haven't done anything to your face, how did you managed to repair that surgeon's mistake?
  -When I have threatened my surgeon that I will sue him for his mistake, he recommended me to visit a well known surgeon in Venice, doctor F. This other surgeon operates only people who were born with physical imperfections, or had bad looking scars from accidents, or just had bad plastic surgery results like me. And as you all can see now, he did a wonderful job. Doctor F., if you are watching this now, I want you to know that I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
  -Interesting. You know Lisa, I also heard about this doctor F. Many people who had bad cases, like you mention earlier, scars from accidents and everything similar, went to him and all of them were more than pleased about the positive results. But apparently, not even the patients know nothing about their doctor.
  -Yes, I must admit he has strange rules that you must follow, if you want him to operate you.
  -What are those rules exactly?
  -Well, you must not ask him about his full name, age, nor other personal information. And the strange one is that you must not ask him to show his face. All the time, when I was with him, he kept all his surgery masks and goggles. But these things seem unimportant when he talks to you in an English with a slight of French accent that makes you trust him, like you trust your own father.
  -Yes, Lisa. Many celebrities that had bad luck in their plastic surgeries and went to this doctor F., said the same story as you did now. But before we end this show, tell us quickly, where exactly in Venice, is doctor F.'s clinic situated?!
  -To be honest, after I got off the plane, a strange woman with a big hat and sun glasses took me with her car. She said that she is doctor F.'s nurse and she came to escort me, without being seen by any paparazzi. All the way to the clinic, I had to wear a mask, with no holes for the eyes, so I was completely blind.
  -Did you not say anything about this? Were you scared?
  -Yes, I was. And when I asked her why do I have to be blind, she responded that doctor F.'s clinic must remain a secret. And if I want to continue being his patient, I mustn't ask any more questions. For a mysterious surgeon, doctor F. is pretty sensible.
  -Well our time is up. Thank you for coming at our show, Lisa. And let me tell you once again, you look great.
  -Thank you Harold. Lisa said happy, waving and smiling at the audience again.
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  Doctor F., the biggest plastic surgeon in the world, is known only by his flawless work. Nobody, not even his patients, know nothing about his true identity, his past, his family or friends. The F.B.I. tried to interrogate him and his only nurse, but they didn't found nothing suspicious about them.
  Without any dubious evidence, the Venice authorities, the F.B.I. and other police agencies left doctor F. and his nurse to continue their jobs at their clinic, peacefully and undisturbed. Many tried to shed light in this doctor's mysterious life, but they failed. As the pop singer mentioned in her interview, the nurse takes the patients from the airport in her car, putting masks with no eye holes on their faces, to keep the location of the clinic a secret.
  Many questions about this doctor and his nurse keeps the whole world interested in reading news papers about doctors and medicine reports, hoping that doctor F. will be mentioned. As far as things are, doctor F., his nurse, their clinic and their biographies remain a mystery.
  That is, until a young reporter from the U.S.A. decided to pay doctor F. a visit.

U.S.A., New York, the city that never sleeps. In this big American city, there are many magazines and newspapers firms, that are fighting relentlessly to become the best and have lots and lots of readers.
"Jade's Gazette" is one of those firms, where the 28 year old Vincent Norton works as a reporter since he had finished collage. He has a lovely apartment just five minutes of walk from his work place. He's not married, but he has a secret crush on his boss's secretary, Cindy. Tall, with perfectly tanned skin, blond hair and sparkly blue eyes, Cindy was always in the attention of men.
  Every female worker was jealous of her, especially Lilly, who was often confused with a high school nerd. Her rumpled light brown hair, hazel eyes behind the big glasses lens and her work clothes made her look like one. She was mad at Cindy because Vincent liked her most, despite her bitchy attitude and rude behavior.
  This was a clear evidence that love really is blind. But Lilly was determined to win Vincent's heart with her pure soul and wonderful personality, no matter what it takes.
  One morning, Vincent arrived five minutes late and his boss called him into his office. Before closing the door, Vincent waved at Cindy, but she was too busy flirting with some other guy to notice it. Lilly saw everything and responded in Cindy's place. Vincent then closed the door, irritated. He couldn't stand Lilly, because of her careless appearance. Even if she was the kindest or smartest woman in the world, he wouldn't date her. He prefers a woman that puts effort to look like a model, you know, with fancy sexy clothes, high heeled shoes, having her hair fixed at a beauty salon. He couldn't stop wondering why Lilly doesn't take care of her appearance like Cindy.
  -You wanted to see me, sir? He asked trying to forget about his unwanted admirer.
  -Yes, Norton. Take a sit. His boss Jade Jackson said pointing to the chair on the other side of his desk. He was sitting on his big chair, with his feet up on the desk and smoking a foreign cigar. First of all, do you like my new suit? Does it match with this month's number of "Jade's Gazette"?
  -Yes, sir, it does. A lot, I might add. Vincent hated when his boss was bragging about his expensive suits. He was dressing like this to impress his younger secretary, which made Vincent jealous and more determined to win her.
  -Good answer. Now tell me Norton, how many years had passed since I hired you here?
  -About six years, sir.
  -And all this time how many interesting stories or interviews you wrote for my gazette?
  -Uhhh ...
  -Exactly. Listen here, Vincent Norton! Jade Jackson said getting his feet off the desk and looking straight into Vincent's eyes. If you don't bring me a good story or a good interview about some major celebrity for the next month's number, YOU ARE FIRED!
  Vincent left his boss's office and went to his little work desk on the other side of the room. All these years, he wrote interesting articles about ordinary people whom done big things, but his boss told him that nobody is interested in reading these subjects. He told Vincent that the celebrities make his gazette so popular in New York.
  -But what celebrity? Vincent asked himself facing the high ceiling. If he doesn't find one soon, he might better start looking for a new job.
  As he was squeezing his brain for ideas, he overheard his next two coworkers whispering.
  -Did you know that the boss is going to propose for that bitch Cindy tonight at dinner?
  -Well, if you ask me, those two are perfect for each other.
  -Yeah, and maybe Lilly can win Vincent at last!
  -Keep dreaming, dear. He may be handsome, but he's more stupid than a sack of hammers and shallow as well. When he's gonna learn that a person's inside is more important than the outside?!
  -Poor Lilly. She is such a dear. Too bad doctor F. doesn't fix broken hearts.
  After being very disturbed of those women's conversation about his no good boss getting married to his beautiful Cindy, more over when they said that Lilly is a dear and that he is stupid; doctor F. got stuck in his mind.
  It was perfect! Everybody is excited to know all about this mysterious doctor and if he, Vincent Norton, manages to get an interview with him, not only he