Oh, so he could tell her what to do but she couldn't ask a question. Of course, what had she been thinking, daring to defy his authority. Amber didn't hide a frown, narrowing her eyes at him. If she didn't chew him out here and now, it was because she didn't want this fight to come with an audience. As it was, she had to mutter "What're you looking at" towards Thirteen, who'd smirked as if she understood exactly what was going on and had the right to show her amusement. No wonder coworker dating was discouraged, it made an absolute mess of things.
Because Eric spoke into the phone his words didn't travel crystal-clear, but Amber was pretty sure he'd said 'tell him.' Who was he talking to? Was there yet another person in the power structure? Amber wanted to be the one who told House things, it was direct access to the top of the pyramid. Middle-men garbled the message.
She couldn't believe he'd showed off Brennan's "coolest job" patient. Disgusted, Amber tilted back, tapping her fingers against the desk’s cool plastic. She'd seen that file at Admissions and tossed it aside; it had to be heatstroke. But okay, if the coolness factor was what won the day, next time she’d be sure to pick a stripper.
And then Eric hung up and went back to his reading without saying a word. What, were they supposed to just sit around silently and wait for whatever came next? That's what they'd been doing before Eric came in with his three-years-of-experience and I’m-better-than-you superiority. What had Cuddy been thinking hiring him back? He hadn't brought in any useful contributions. "Is he coming?" Amber asked pointedly, not caring if he'd already thought her brazen or demanding. Not like his opinion mattered to House. And if he was going to make a fuss over a couple of questions, he needed to learn how to be a better boss now.
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Because Eric spoke into the phone his words didn't travel crystal-clear, but Amber was pretty sure he'd said 'tell him.' Who was he talking to? Was there yet another person in the power structure? Amber wanted to be the one who told House things, it was direct access to the top of the pyramid. Middle-men garbled the message.
She couldn't believe he'd showed off Brennan's "coolest job" patient. Disgusted, Amber tilted back, tapping her fingers against the desk’s cool plastic. She'd seen that file at Admissions and tossed it aside; it had to be heatstroke. But okay, if the coolness factor was what won the day, next time she’d be sure to pick a stripper.
And then Eric hung up and went back to his reading without saying a word. What, were they supposed to just sit around silently and wait for whatever came next? That's what they'd been doing before Eric came in with his three-years-of-experience and I’m-better-than-you superiority. What had Cuddy been thinking hiring him back? He hadn't brought in any useful contributions. "Is he coming?" Amber asked pointedly, not caring if he'd already thought her brazen or demanding. Not like his opinion mattered to House. And if he was going to make a fuss over a couple of questions, he needed to learn how to be a better boss now.