Seeing Amber get in such a snit over a simple offer, Foreman thought about taking it back, telling her fine, go read instead, but before he could, she'd already swept out of the room. Her parting shot wasn't much of a suggestion. In House's absence, he really was in charge, and somebody should be directing the candidates to get some work done. They might be sharing two people's salaries between them, but that didn't give them license to sit around all day and pretend that they were the best of the best just because they worked for House.
He sat down at the desk again and flattened out his newspaper. Without the distraction of Amber's legs (or Amber's indifference), he retained far more of what he read. Brennan was the next candidate to get in, then Taub and Kutner on his heels, then Thirteen, and finally Cole, excusing his lateness because of his kid. Foreman sent them all off, not quite phrasing his request as an order, and letting them assume that he was acting in House's place if they wanted to. Brennan and Cole both looked unimpressed, Taub was clearly skeptical, but Thirteen accepted the task with equanimity, and Kutner looked like Foreman had just given him a birthday present shaped like a bike in wrapping paper.
The tolerable side of it was, once they were all dispatched, Foreman could sit back and feel like he was accomplishing something, even without moving from his seat. Maybe House had the right idea about "minions" after all. Foreman ducked out just long enough to get some coffee from upstairs, and then came back down to turn from the front section to business, hoping that at least one of them would find something House would find tolerable.
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He sat down at the desk again and flattened out his newspaper. Without the distraction of Amber's legs (or Amber's indifference), he retained far more of what he read. Brennan was the next candidate to get in, then Taub and Kutner on his heels, then Thirteen, and finally Cole, excusing his lateness because of his kid. Foreman sent them all off, not quite phrasing his request as an order, and letting them assume that he was acting in House's place if they wanted to. Brennan and Cole both looked unimpressed, Taub was clearly skeptical, but Thirteen accepted the task with equanimity, and Kutner looked like Foreman had just given him a birthday present shaped like a bike in wrapping paper.
The tolerable side of it was, once they were all dispatched, Foreman could sit back and feel like he was accomplishing something, even without moving from his seat. Maybe House had the right idea about "minions" after all. Foreman ducked out just long enough to get some coffee from upstairs, and then came back down to turn from the front section to business, hoping that at least one of them would find something House would find tolerable.