Mad House
It's early and I've already gotten calls from the board about some stupid meeting that Sloane is requesting. This woman is getting on my last nerve. I've told them that I'm busy this week and to schedule it for next Monday. I have a few other things I need to put into place before this meeting happens.
They gave me my week.
I step up to the line of the coffee cart and there's a tall attractive man in front of me ordering and I tilt my head to the side a bit. My eyes slide down to his hand and there's a ring there and I roll my eyes. I should have known. All of the men here seem to be attached in one way or another. It's probably best just to stay out of it all anyway. I have bigger fish to fry and scratching my itches will disrupt that.
He turns and I glance at his name badge. "Ah," I say out loud, "the infamous Preston Burke." I extend my hand to him, "Dr. Charlotte King. The professors at Hopkins couldn't ever stop talking about you."
They gave me my week.
I step up to the line of the coffee cart and there's a tall attractive man in front of me ordering and I tilt my head to the side a bit. My eyes slide down to his hand and there's a ring there and I roll my eyes. I should have known. All of the men here seem to be attached in one way or another. It's probably best just to stay out of it all anyway. I have bigger fish to fry and scratching my itches will disrupt that.
He turns and I glance at his name badge. "Ah," I say out loud, "the infamous Preston Burke." I extend my hand to him, "Dr. Charlotte King. The professors at Hopkins couldn't ever stop talking about you."