Page 11 of The Doctors Will See You Now

I handed her my resume and sat down.

“Is tardiness an issue for you…” she started and glanced down at my resume, “Melody?”

“No,” I answered confidently. “I’ve never had any issues with tardiness or absences with any of my past jobs.”

“You did travel nursing for a few years, I see,” she stated and continued to browse through my credentials. “And it looks like for the past few years your sole focus has been labor and delivery.”

“Yes. I have over five years of experience as a labor and postpartum nurse.”

“And what made you move back to the city?”

Because I broke up with my asshole boyfriend, and now I’m stuck sleeping on an air mattress beside a treadmill at my parents’ home. “My family is here. I just felt like it was time to move back home.”

“And what made you apply for this job?”

Because my mother loves to meddle in my life and actually scheduled this interview for me without my knowledge. I don’t even think I want this fucking job. “I have a passion for obstetrics and loved the idea of having a more set schedule. My last job in Portland, I was working twelve-hour night shifts,” I informed her. “Working night shifts occasionally isn’t bad, but after a few years of doing them full time, it really starts to wear on you.”

“All right, Melody,” Betty said. “I’m the type of woman who likes to cut through all of the crap, and seeing as I’ve already interviewed over fifty women for this position in the past week, my patience is starting to wane, and I’d rather just get down to the important shit.”

“Uh…okay.”

“Have you seen the show?”

“What show?”

“The show.”

I looked back and forth, half expecting to see a camera hiding behind her potted plant, and then back to Betty. What in the hell was she talking about? “I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“The documentary that Dr. Cummings is on.”

“He’s on a documentary?” Now? Cripes. I didn’t want to be on camera.

She tilted her head to the side and scrutinized my expression. “You honestly haven’t seen it?”

“No. I’ve honestly never seen it.” I could feel my eyebrows drawing together to form my what the fuck face, so I tried to fight it. I’d been told it made me look really bitchy.

“Okay. Well, I have a few more interviews scheduled this week, and then we’ll give you a call sometime next week to let you know either way.”

“Oh. Okay. That sounds good to me.”

“Would you like me to give you Dr. Cummings’s phone number in case you have any specific questions about the job?”

“Um…” What? “I’m not sure that would be appropriate… Couldn’t I just contact you?”

Betty smiled and clapped her hands together in excitement. “Oh, thank God!” she exclaimed and hopped up from her chair. She walked toward the front of her desk and pulled me—literally pulled me—out of my chair and into a tight hug.

“Uh?” I mumbled, but she completely ignored my confusion.

Once she was finished embracing me, she let go and held out her hand in my direction.

“Melody, I would like to offer you the job.”

“You’re offering me the job?”

“Yes,” she said with an enthusiastic nod.

“But I was like twenty minutes late for the interview,” I blurted out.