It was easy to return Eric's goodwill, stiffness relaxing away. Not as if Amber wanted to be at odds with him. He was doing his job, or what he thought his job entailed. There might still be some kinks to resolve, boundaries to draw, but they'd figure those out as they came; she didn’t need to think the worst of him during the process. Amber accepted her folder back, careful to not let their fingers brush. Improved mood or not, they still had an image to maintain.
And they'd be a long time in repairing it, judging from the way Kutner insinuated preferential treatment. Amber whipped away like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "There's nothing to interrupt."
"Uh-huh," Kutner said agreeably as she passed him by.
The others trickled in, none of them remarking at or even hinting at her relationship with Eric. More evidence that the further away they stayed from one another, the less gossip there’d be. Journal open, this time Amber barely saw the words, her peripheral vision keeping track of her adversaries and Eric’s reactions to the cases they brought in. None of them seemed especially inspired, which was a comfort to Amber. Maybe House would like her case best of all; Eric had certainly found hers intriguing. Or if House wasn’t in the mood to think, he’d diss them all equally and she wouldn’t stand out.
Brennan came in last, distracted like he was thinking more about dinner than work. Why did he bother? He didn’t want the job. Once he’d passed his suggestion along, Amber shifted in her seat. If she weren’t fucking Eric—and if everyone didn’t know it—she’d tell him to call House and pass on the cases (or just hers because it was the best of all, whatever). But the others would see it as favoritism… oh, screw it, she’d see to it that most, if not all, of them would get fired. “Are you going to call House?” she asked loudly, leaning forward.
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And they'd be a long time in repairing it, judging from the way Kutner insinuated preferential treatment. Amber whipped away like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "There's nothing to interrupt."
"Uh-huh," Kutner said agreeably as she passed him by.
The others trickled in, none of them remarking at or even hinting at her relationship with Eric. More evidence that the further away they stayed from one another, the less gossip there’d be. Journal open, this time Amber barely saw the words, her peripheral vision keeping track of her adversaries and Eric’s reactions to the cases they brought in. None of them seemed especially inspired, which was a comfort to Amber. Maybe House would like her case best of all; Eric had certainly found hers intriguing. Or if House wasn’t in the mood to think, he’d diss them all equally and she wouldn’t stand out.
Brennan came in last, distracted like he was thinking more about dinner than work. Why did he bother? He didn’t want the job. Once he’d passed his suggestion along, Amber shifted in her seat. If she weren’t fucking Eric—and if everyone didn’t know it—she’d tell him to call House and pass on the cases (or just hers because it was the best of all, whatever). But the others would see it as favoritism… oh, screw it, she’d see to it that most, if not all, of them would get fired. “Are you going to call House?” she asked loudly, leaning forward.