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the menace Chet makes him out to be.” A horndog, certainly, but not a menace.
“Chet.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t put too much stock in what Chet says. He’s not a good guy. Watch out for him,” she warned, ruthlessly straightening a stack of papers.
“Speak of the devil.” Marcia said under her breath when Chet crept around the corner.
“Alexa, nice to see you. Come in to my office for a minute so we can catch up.”
“How’s it going with Harrington?” he asked once he’d closed his office door.
She briefly contemplated telling Chet about the redhead, then decided against it. He could read about it in the report like everyone else. “It’s disruptive to have non-medical personnel on the units and in the OR.”
“Yes, well, too damn bad for them. Have you gotten any information for the report?”
“Some. But I’m not sure it’s exactly what you’re looking for.” A physician having visitors at work wasn’t against the rules so long as they didn’t shirk their responsibilities, and Alexa didn’t have any hard evidence that Cole and the redhead had sex in his office. She was sure they’d done the deed, but it was strictly circumstantial.
He studied her suspiciously. “Well, it’s early yet. He’ll let down his guard. He’s a snake.”
Maybe. “I should get back.”
“Alexa, we’re counting on you to get this job done properly. Understand?”
“Yes, of course.” And she walked out of Chet’s office making a mental note to avoid him until after she’d turned in the report.
She’d long ago tossed aside Chet’s idea of giving up on Cole—it wasn’t how she’d been professionally trained, nor was it part of her nature. She’d let the facts take her where they might, but she refused to manufacture evidence or shade the truth. It would probably cost her a well-paying job, but there was no way she’d compromise her integrity to satisfy Chet.
She’d find another job—figure something else out. Her plans for Owen might have to wait another year. She sighed. She’d already contacted the placement office at Harvard, and sent out over thirty resumes. Hopefully she’d have several interviews lined up for September. Hopefully .
“What’s wrong?” Marcia asked when Alexa came around the corner.
“I don’t know. But something’s not right. There seems to be more between Chet and Dr. Harrington than meets the eye. It’s almost as though Chet has it in for him.”
“Listen to your instincts. Mine tell me you’re a smart woman with lots of common sense. And my instincts are never wrong.”
“Thanks, Marcia.”
“Come by and see me at the end of next week. I’m taking my grandchildren blueberry picking on Wednesday after work, and I’ll bring you some. Fresh, sweet blueberries—make you feel better.”
“Sounds wonderful! I’ll be here.”
* * *
One morning on rounds Cole was quieter than usual, and his sarcasm had more bite.
“Landry stay behind. I want a word with you.” It was the intern he’d badgered relentlessly during rounds.
“When did you order those lab tests for Mrs. Wyniski?” Cole asked.
“Last night.”
“I was here until late last night, and checked the results. There was nothing in the computer. Not a result, not an order. Nothing. You were either too lazy to bother to order the labs, or you forgot. And you lied to me last night and again this morning to cover your ass.”
“That’s not true.”
Cole stepped toward him with Alexa close at his heels, prepared to intervene if necessary.
“It is true, and it’s also true that I’m failing you for the rotation.”
“You can’t—.”
“Like hell I can’t. You’re lucky I don’t have the power to kick your lazy ass out of the program. But I’ll recommend it. As far as I’m concerned, you’re done.”
“Please. It was a mistake.”
“A mistake is ordering an ultrasound when the patient needs a CAT scan. What you did was gross negligence that endangered a
“Chet.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t put too much stock in what Chet says. He’s not a good guy. Watch out for him,” she warned, ruthlessly straightening a stack of papers.
“Speak of the devil.” Marcia said under her breath when Chet crept around the corner.
“Alexa, nice to see you. Come in to my office for a minute so we can catch up.”
“How’s it going with Harrington?” he asked once he’d closed his office door.
She briefly contemplated telling Chet about the redhead, then decided against it. He could read about it in the report like everyone else. “It’s disruptive to have non-medical personnel on the units and in the OR.”
“Yes, well, too damn bad for them. Have you gotten any information for the report?”
“Some. But I’m not sure it’s exactly what you’re looking for.” A physician having visitors at work wasn’t against the rules so long as they didn’t shirk their responsibilities, and Alexa didn’t have any hard evidence that Cole and the redhead had sex in his office. She was sure they’d done the deed, but it was strictly circumstantial.
He studied her suspiciously. “Well, it’s early yet. He’ll let down his guard. He’s a snake.”
Maybe. “I should get back.”
“Alexa, we’re counting on you to get this job done properly. Understand?”
“Yes, of course.” And she walked out of Chet’s office making a mental note to avoid him until after she’d turned in the report.
She’d long ago tossed aside Chet’s idea of giving up on Cole—it wasn’t how she’d been professionally trained, nor was it part of her nature. She’d let the facts take her where they might, but she refused to manufacture evidence or shade the truth. It would probably cost her a well-paying job, but there was no way she’d compromise her integrity to satisfy Chet.
She’d find another job—figure something else out. Her plans for Owen might have to wait another year. She sighed. She’d already contacted the placement office at Harvard, and sent out over thirty resumes. Hopefully she’d have several interviews lined up for September. Hopefully .
“What’s wrong?” Marcia asked when Alexa came around the corner.
“I don’t know. But something’s not right. There seems to be more between Chet and Dr. Harrington than meets the eye. It’s almost as though Chet has it in for him.”
“Listen to your instincts. Mine tell me you’re a smart woman with lots of common sense. And my instincts are never wrong.”
“Thanks, Marcia.”
“Come by and see me at the end of next week. I’m taking my grandchildren blueberry picking on Wednesday after work, and I’ll bring you some. Fresh, sweet blueberries—make you feel better.”
“Sounds wonderful! I’ll be here.”
* * *
One morning on rounds Cole was quieter than usual, and his sarcasm had more bite.
“Landry stay behind. I want a word with you.” It was the intern he’d badgered relentlessly during rounds.
“When did you order those lab tests for Mrs. Wyniski?” Cole asked.
“Last night.”
“I was here until late last night, and checked the results. There was nothing in the computer. Not a result, not an order. Nothing. You were either too lazy to bother to order the labs, or you forgot. And you lied to me last night and again this morning to cover your ass.”
“That’s not true.”
Cole stepped toward him with Alexa close at his heels, prepared to intervene if necessary.
“It is true, and it’s also true that I’m failing you for the rotation.”
“You can’t—.”
“Like hell I can’t. You’re lucky I don’t have the power to kick your lazy ass out of the program. But I’ll recommend it. As far as I’m concerned, you’re done.”
“Please. It was a mistake.”
“A mistake is ordering an ultrasound when the patient needs a CAT scan. What you did was gross negligence that endangered a
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