Sharks frenzied by the scent of blood, the others were homing in on her, the hope of tearing off her limbs glinting in their eyes. Thirteen seemed especially eager, smirking. A fight. Yes. Energy shot through Amber, better than any caffeine boost. She was back in her environment.
Amber could confirm Taub's accusation, explaining that House had asked her to tell them to report elsewhere, and had yelled at her for not doing so. Say that he was still waiting, sending them off running to the clinic, Cuddy's office, or even a hospital two counties away. They'd already expected her to screw them, why not take advantage of their assumption? But then she'd need a reason to stay, and House was too intrigued by them all to fire them over being so dumb as to fall for her latest trick. Better not yank their chain needlessly, save what little credibility she had for later. So, the truth for now. "Would I be here if it had?"
Amber stalked through the ground floor and then up the stairs in wide strides. They were all watching her, waiting for her to trip physically or verbally. "Good morning," she replied evenly to Thirteen, as if she weren't late and they didn't all know it. Her mild answers seemed to bore the boys and they went back to their respective toys. That was fine by her, they wouldn't be her focus today.
Brenan was the weak link, as she and Eric had discussed. He'd cave all on his own. Amber would speed up the process, laying a few key comments here and there-- "What was it like, abroad? It sounds amazing"-- but not even that much was necessary. Like a launched grenade, it was only a question of time before he went off.
Kutner was a goof. He'd eventually fuck up so bad he'd get himself expelled. Taub was ugly and uninspiring; House would tire and fire him. Cole was a problem: black and Mormon, he was a feast of mockery to House. He'd want to keep Cole round so long as he didn't exhaust his supply of jokes. And Amber had seen an understanding between them-- Cole challenged House, medically and ethically, and that gave him a hard-on.
But mysterious, obnoxiously gorgeous Thirteen was the real threat. It was her or Amber; no way House would hire both. It'd be a miracle if House took on one woman, much less two. So, Amber had to make sure to knock her out of the running, as soon as possible. Today, unfortunately, she came in unprepared; Eric had made Amber deviate from her from her career path in more than one way. But she could improvise.
Having reached the isle where Thirteen sat, Amber weaved around the chairs and sat down next to her. "Annoying how House is never on time, isn't it?" she confided. Thirteen would probably just roll her eyes, but Amber just wanted to get a conversation going, and commiserating seemed as good a way as any. It wasn’t as if Thirteen wouldn’t disdain everything else Amber could start with. "I should've brought my own book." She peered at Thirteen's, trying to catch a glimpse of the title.
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Amber could confirm Taub's accusation, explaining that House had asked her to tell them to report elsewhere, and had yelled at her for not doing so. Say that he was still waiting, sending them off running to the clinic, Cuddy's office, or even a hospital two counties away. They'd already expected her to screw them, why not take advantage of their assumption? But then she'd need a reason to stay, and House was too intrigued by them all to fire them over being so dumb as to fall for her latest trick. Better not yank their chain needlessly, save what little credibility she had for later. So, the truth for now. "Would I be here if it had?"
Amber stalked through the ground floor and then up the stairs in wide strides. They were all watching her, waiting for her to trip physically or verbally. "Good morning," she replied evenly to Thirteen, as if she weren't late and they didn't all know it. Her mild answers seemed to bore the boys and they went back to their respective toys. That was fine by her, they wouldn't be her focus today.
Brenan was the weak link, as she and Eric had discussed. He'd cave all on his own. Amber would speed up the process, laying a few key comments here and there-- "What was it like, abroad? It sounds amazing"-- but not even that much was necessary. Like a launched grenade, it was only a question of time before he went off.
Kutner was a goof. He'd eventually fuck up so bad he'd get himself expelled. Taub was ugly and uninspiring; House would tire and fire him. Cole was a problem: black and Mormon, he was a feast of mockery to House. He'd want to keep Cole round so long as he didn't exhaust his supply of jokes. And Amber had seen an understanding between them-- Cole challenged House, medically and ethically, and that gave him a hard-on.
But mysterious, obnoxiously gorgeous Thirteen was the real threat. It was her or Amber; no way House would hire both. It'd be a miracle if House took on one woman, much less two. So, Amber had to make sure to knock her out of the running, as soon as possible. Today, unfortunately, she came in unprepared; Eric had made Amber deviate from her from her career path in more than one way. But she could improvise.
Having reached the isle where Thirteen sat, Amber weaved around the chairs and sat down next to her. "Annoying how House is never on time, isn't it?" she confided. Thirteen would probably just roll her eyes, but Amber just wanted to get a conversation going, and commiserating seemed as good a way as any. It wasn’t as if Thirteen wouldn’t disdain everything else Amber could start with. "I should've brought my own book." She peered at Thirteen's, trying to catch a glimpse of the title.