Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
“I’m Richard.” The last man smiles. He’s of a similar age to me. Late twenties and kind looking. I instantly feel comfortable with him.
“Are there just the five of us?” I ask.
“No, apparently there are six of us,” Richard replies. “I’m straight out of med school myself.”
“Same,” I reply.
“Me ,too,” chimes in Zane.
“I’m a General Practioner.” Steven smiles. “I have my own practice.”
“Oh, wow.” I smile. “That’s exciting.”
He smiles warmly. “Does anyone want a coffee while we wait?”
I glance at my watch to see it is 6.45am. We don’t start for another fifteen minutes. “Okay, I will.”
He gets up and moves over to the coffee urn and starts to make our coffee. “How do you have it?”
“Milk, please.”
The others all rise to make their coffees along side of him.
“Another girl walks in and my mouth nearly hits the floor. Has she got the right bloody job? She looks like she belongs in the Escape Lounge with long, dark, straightened hair and a full face of makeup, complete with bright red lipstick. A tight black skirt and a white button up blouse hug her in all the right places. She’s got really good tits, too, and she’s wearing high patent stilettos and sheer black stockings.
“Hi, I’m Amber.” She smiles. Oh, she smells good.
“Hi, Amber.” I smile and feel the blood drain from my face as I shake her hand.
I look down at my sensible mom attire. I’m wearing black pants, flat leather shoes, and a light blue, button up blouse that hangs loose.
Shit… why didn’t I get something swankier?
I feel like her mom.
“You look so nice,” I murmur, embarrassed. “I feel underdressed,” I whisper.
“You look lovely. I just couldn’t let myself meet him looking frumpy.”
I frown. “Meet who?”
“Dr. Stanton.”
“What do you mean?”
“My God, haven’t you seen him?” she whispers.
“No why?”
“Holy shit. He’s ridiculous.”
“Huh?” I whisper.
“Here is your coffee.” Richard smiles as he hands it over.
“Thank you.” I reply as I take it from him. “Richard, this is Amber.”
“Hi, Amber.” I see a twinkle in his eyes and I drop my head to hide my smirk. I bet she has that affect on all the men.
Bloody hell, even I’m fan-girling here.
A robust, short woman comes in. “Hello, are you Dr. Stanton’s group?”
“Yes,” we all reply.
“I’m Marci. I’m his personal assistant and his practice manager.”
We introduce ourselves one by one with another round of handshakes. She hands us all clipboards with pens attached. “Unfortunately, I have paperwork for you all to fill out and the forms are quite extensive. They will take you about an hour, so please make yourselves comfortable.”
We all take a seat.
“Now, Dr. Stanton is the training doctor, and you will be going into surgery with him. He has a partner Dr. Jameson who he works alongside. Three of you will be staying with Dr. Stanton and three of you will be going with Dr. Jameson. The two doctors work together so they are still able to go on holidays and have days off because they cover for each other.”
We all nod. That makes sense. I’m going to try and do this when I finally get my own patients.
“I specifically wanted to be with Dr. Stanton.” Steven interrupts.
“Me, too,” Amber adds.
Hmm, I know why you want to be with him, little Miss Fancy Lipstick.
I bet she’s into doctor porn. Is that a thing? I should look it up tonight.
“Now, now. I know that Dr. Stanton’s reputation precedes him, but I can assure you that Dr. Jameson is also an amazing doctor. For all operations and procedures, you will be with Dr. Stanton, anyway.”
Steven nods. “Okay.”
We all nod. Understood.
“So, fill out your paperwork. Dr. Stanton is starting his rounds at 8am and you will be accompanying him.”
We all smile excitedly at each other. This is it. Finally, after all these years at med school, we are finally in our last year. This is so freaking exciting.
An hour and a brain explosion later, my paperwork is completed. Dr. Stanton now knows everything about me, from my medical history, to my address, to my work experience and even my GPA. I do feel guilty about the white lie I have told in the forms, though.
Question: Do you have any children?
I thought long and hard before I answered this question, mainly because I don’t want to be given any special allowances because I am a single mom. I would hate for anyone to have to pick up any slack because I have to leave early. This is why I’m paying the rent, I remind myself. So Jenna can study from home and take care of Owen without me having to worry about rushing home. I can work without restraints.
They don’t need to know if I am a mother, and to be honest, I’m kind of peeved that they asked. Isn’t that discriminatory?
Why should it matter if I’m a married or single mother?