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“Yes—”
“Then, what reason do you have to leave us so soon?”
“I want to get there early, have time to settle in and help as much as possible. You know it’s my first grandchild, and I’ve been planning this for a while.”
“Yes, of course. Only I thought I would have another three weeks to find an appropriate nanny for my daughter.”
“Ivy will be gone for the next two weeks, and I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal for me to leave early.”
“What about the third week? She will be back then.”
There’s a pause, and then Vicky lets out a short breath, like she’s exasperated. “I’ve taken the liberty to write up a list of my contacts who work as nannies, sir. I would be happy to set up some interviews.”
Add that to my growing list of things to do.
Perform surgeries on the tiniest hearts imaginable.
Participate in a reality dating show.
Interview for a new nanny.
This time, when I touch my fingers to my head, I rub. I don’t give a shit what it does to my face. The headset woman opens the door again, tapping her wrist and frowning when she sees I’m on the phone.
“Vicky, can we talk about this later?”
“Of course, Dr. Morrow.”
“Great. Good-bye.” I end the call and stand, groaning as I place my phone back in my pocket.
Headset Lady shakes her head and holds her hand out to me as she speaks rapid-fire into her microphone. I feel like a child as I hand over my phone and follow her out the door. We weave around equipment and chairs, step over cords, and pass by people who are scurrying about like ants in an anthill with very important jobs.
I scoff to myself when I think of my job. Some people say I have a superiority complex. Some go as far as saying a God complex. I’m not an idiot; I hear what’s said about me at the hospital. And maybe they aren’t wrong. I don’t try to dissuade the notion anyway.
I worked hard to get to where I am today. I gave up a lot, sacrificed a lot, and I spend long hours helping people, so I am entitled to think whatever I want about myself and my job.
Headset Lady stops abruptly, and I almost knock into her. I scowl, blowing out a long breath, and then move into the door she gestures toward. A low murmur surrounds me. Three other guys mill about the room, talking and snacking on the assortment of food laid on a table to my right. They glance up as I enter, conversation ceasing. I’m used to people staring when I enter the room. But usually, I’m in a room of my peers, and they are asking me medical questions. I’m out of my element here.
“Simon.” A hand clamps down on my shoulder, and I instantly turn to shrug it off.
I know who it is based on the voice, and I have no intention of letting him touch my suit longer than necessary.
“Boris.” My icy greeting does nothing to deter him or his cheerful smile. I instantly hate it.
“Glad you could make it,” he says.
It’s a statement that sounds innocuous to anyone listening, but I know what it means—don’t fuck this up.
“Wouldn’t be anywhere else.” Except the hospital. Or home.
“I’m sure.” Boris claps his hands together as he walks farther into the room, gaining the attention of the three other men.
There are four men total and no doubt four women to accompany them. Boris will have his hands full with eight people, scripting his debut TV series. No telling what he has up his sleeve to create drama and raise ratings. I might not watch TV, but I know what goes on behind the scenes of business, and Boris will do anything for money. Apparently, I’ll do anything for my job. A sentiment I previously didn’t know about myself.
“Gentlemen, gather round.” Boris waves his arms in a circle, calling us to him.
I begrudgingly walk over, standing as far on the outskirts of the circle as I can. I’m not looking for love. And I damn sure wouldn’t pick a dating show if I was actually trying to find someone. I’ve already found my person. Too bad she didn’t think sticking around was for her. Damn my pathetic heart for still thinking she might come back.
I shake my head and tune back in to what Boris is saying.
