Jesus, so he couldn't read basic body language like Get The Fuck Away. Eric squared himself in front of her like some football player ready to tackle-- though what he'd be tackling her for, she hadn't a clue. Why was he even here?
Amber glanced up long enough to shoot him a meaningful glare before looking away again, refusing to put up with him. Just then security answered. "Hello?" she said, but not even with a hand over her ear could she make out the reply. Great.
In her peripheral vision she saw Eric leaning out of the hall; he'd opened a door and was checking it out. What was he thinking? He'd better not be so pleased with his medical conquest that he wanted to do some winning with her! He couldn’t ditch her one night and expect a quickie a couple of mornings later—and where they worked.
On the other hand, it’d be a quiet spot.
She'd step in just long enough to finish the call and give him a piece of her mind. No harm in that; it was just efficient use of currently unoccupied hospital resources. Amber ducked in, striding to the wall opposite the bed, away from Eric. "This is Dr. Volakis," she said, lowering her hand to her hip, "and I'm reporting a former employee--"
She rattled off Brennan’s name and features, channeling her frustration into action. It felt good, spitting out commands. She even smirked as they confirmed that Brennan had been sighted storming off the premises and that they'd keep an eye out for him. Competency: always good to know there was more of it.
With satisfaction Amber cut off the connection, throwing her phone into her lab coat. It was with less pleasure that she addressed Eric, lurking in the relative darkness of the room. "What do you want?" she threw out in a clipped voice. The sooner they got out of here the better. “This has got to stop.” She wouldn’t tolerate him treating her like some rag doll to drag about as he wanted, throwing her over his shoulder when she was inconvenient and picking her up again when the mood struck, particularly when it affected her professional life. “You think they’re not laughing enough at me as it is?”
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Amber glanced up long enough to shoot him a meaningful glare before looking away again, refusing to put up with him. Just then security answered. "Hello?" she said, but not even with a hand over her ear could she make out the reply. Great.
In her peripheral vision she saw Eric leaning out of the hall; he'd opened a door and was checking it out. What was he thinking? He'd better not be so pleased with his medical conquest that he wanted to do some winning with her! He couldn’t ditch her one night and expect a quickie a couple of mornings later—and where they worked.
On the other hand, it’d be a quiet spot.
She'd step in just long enough to finish the call and give him a piece of her mind. No harm in that; it was just efficient use of currently unoccupied hospital resources. Amber ducked in, striding to the wall opposite the bed, away from Eric. "This is Dr. Volakis," she said, lowering her hand to her hip, "and I'm reporting a former employee--"
She rattled off Brennan’s name and features, channeling her frustration into action. It felt good, spitting out commands. She even smirked as they confirmed that Brennan had been sighted storming off the premises and that they'd keep an eye out for him. Competency: always good to know there was more of it.
With satisfaction Amber cut off the connection, throwing her phone into her lab coat. It was with less pleasure that she addressed Eric, lurking in the relative darkness of the room. "What do you want?" she threw out in a clipped voice. The sooner they got out of here the better. “This has got to stop.” She wouldn’t tolerate him treating her like some rag doll to drag about as he wanted, throwing her over his shoulder when she was inconvenient and picking her up again when the mood struck, particularly when it affected her professional life. “You think they’re not laughing enough at me as it is?”