"I said you could-- I didn't say I'd wag my tail and obey, though." That was Eric's problem. The moment he got into boss mode, he forgot that those working for him-- herself-- still had their own opinions and they were just as valid. And something about his approach grated. It just felt wrong, like Oprah becoming a blood-sucking CEO. Amber knew him in a kinder form and she hated how easily he changed, just with a change of clothes or environment. Maybe if she'd known all along he'd be her superior... but then she wouldn't have slept with him, not without ulterior motives.
For all the sting in his words, his tone betrayed nothing more than exhaustion. Amber mirrored this when she returned, "Yeah. After what I've seen so far, I can't." Monday, she'd been willing and curious to see his working style; she might've been able to cut him some slack. Not now. Not now that she knew he'd assumed the worst about her and was so self-narrowed.
Was it harsh? Yeah. And true.
She called the elevator, pressing the chipped button. "Okay, not porphyria," Amber agreed, diving right back into the differential. If that was all they had left, then she should throw all of herself into the effort and not think about what not trusting Eric meant. About how it'd be to be without him again. "Thallium-- you think it was Brennan, faking his precious polio?" The elevator arrived with a ding; inside were a couple of nurses, with clean scrubs and the air of starting a new day, but Amber continued, eagerly following the new scent on the trail. "If he did it after she came in, it'd explain all the symptoms from after she was admitted-- meaning all she had was heatstroke!" Amber concluded triumphantly.
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For all the sting in his words, his tone betrayed nothing more than exhaustion. Amber mirrored this when she returned, "Yeah. After what I've seen so far, I can't." Monday, she'd been willing and curious to see his working style; she might've been able to cut him some slack. Not now. Not now that she knew he'd assumed the worst about her and was so self-narrowed.
Was it harsh? Yeah. And true.
She called the elevator, pressing the chipped button. "Okay, not porphyria," Amber agreed, diving right back into the differential. If that was all they had left, then she should throw all of herself into the effort and not think about what not trusting Eric meant. About how it'd be to be without him again. "Thallium-- you think it was Brennan, faking his precious polio?" The elevator arrived with a ding; inside were a couple of nurses, with clean scrubs and the air of starting a new day, but Amber continued, eagerly following the new scent on the trail. "If he did it after she came in, it'd explain all the symptoms from after she was admitted-- meaning all she had was heatstroke!" Amber concluded triumphantly.