Amber swung the door open, eyes sweeping the room to take note of the situation. No one but Eric, his newspaper, and a coffee. Part of her was pleased to be alone with him again, even if they couldn't get personal in public; another part was exasperated at how it was okay for him to kick back and relax. Life must sure be good when you send off others to do the work.
Raising her folder like a hard-won prize, Amber marched forward and handed it to him. "Most interesting one of the pack," she declared. ‘Though not by much,’ she didn’t add. Standing over him, she waited for him to read the file. She should thank him for reminding her that she was in a competitive environment and that every effort counted. But had that really been what he'd been doing? Or was it a power trip, sending his girl to do his bidding, getting back at her for all the times she'd controlled what they did in bed?
Amber didn't want to believe that of him. Not of her giving Eric. But it was hard, especially when it seemed all he'd done this morning was tell people what to do. "It was a good idea," she got out with difficulty, like riding a bike uphill. "Looking for new cases."
Which was when the door at the top of the stairs banged open, revealing a grinning Kutner. "Woah, didn't mean to interrupt," he said, jogging down the steps. "Stopped by oncology and found a guy who might not have cancer." If he'd found a more interesting case than hers, Amber would personally kill and burry him.
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Raising her folder like a hard-won prize, Amber marched forward and handed it to him. "Most interesting one of the pack," she declared. ‘Though not by much,’ she didn’t add. Standing over him, she waited for him to read the file. She should thank him for reminding her that she was in a competitive environment and that every effort counted. But had that really been what he'd been doing? Or was it a power trip, sending his girl to do his bidding, getting back at her for all the times she'd controlled what they did in bed?
Amber didn't want to believe that of him. Not of her giving Eric. But it was hard, especially when it seemed all he'd done this morning was tell people what to do. "It was a good idea," she got out with difficulty, like riding a bike uphill. "Looking for new cases."
Which was when the door at the top of the stairs banged open, revealing a grinning Kutner. "Woah, didn't mean to interrupt," he said, jogging down the steps. "Stopped by oncology and found a guy who might not have cancer." If he'd found a more interesting case than hers, Amber would personally kill and burry him.