"Maria!" I giggled, "Give me back my phone! I have to go soon."
"No, I think I'll keep it for a while." Maria smirked.
"Ha-ha," I said dryly, "Seriously, this meeting could cost me my job." I reached over to grab my phone, only for her to pull me in closer.
"Give me a kiss first," She said, leaning forward.
I kissed her lips gently and pulled her in tight. I felt so at home when she was in my arms.
Leaning further into her presence, I felt something brush against my bottom and pulled away with a slight jolt.
"Girl, I just told you I had to go!" I said, rolling my eyes.
"I just put your phone in your pocket, but we can continue that when you come back home." She winked, kissing me one last time, "Have fun at your meeting, baby."
"I love you, Maria." I said, admiring her beauty as she walked towards the kitchen and out of the living room.
"Have a good day at work, Michael," She said, giving me a small wave before disappearing into the hallway.
I let out a small laugh and made my way out to my car, from there I started my journey to the office.
My job has always been interesting, more specifically the clinic I work for. My colleagues were always the nicest people, except for a few bad apples, but in any field that's to be expected.
Management is the main problem we deal with at my clinic. Our financial advisors always had it out for what could make them the most money, rather than what could most benefit the patient, and they fail to realize their lives literally depend on us.
As I walked into the clinic, I could already see a parking lot full of cars which alerted me that on top of this meeting, I'd be seeing over 30 people today.
"Dr. Jackson, hello!" Tina waved, she's the receptionist and she's always been the nicest part of my work day, just seeing her smile brought me some joy. I politely waved back.
"Hey, Mike, I have a question for you," Bill said, running to catch up to me.
I internally groaned because it hadn't even been a full minute until I had to start working. Bill was one of those doctors who did his job well in the room, but never knew how to work with people outside of checking their ears.
"What can I do for you, Bill?" I said, walking a little bit faster and avoiding eye contact.
"Well," He tried matching my pace, "I gotta go home early today, my kids are doing something for their school and I can't miss it. Could you take my last patient?"
I clenched my jaw and rolled my eyes, "Bill, this would be the third time I've done this."
"Just think of it as a favor for a friend. I'll take three of yours one day!" He bargained.
"You're lucky I don't have time to argue," I huffed, "Put them on my schedule."
I walked off as he yelled a distant thank you, but I waved him off in annoyance.
I know it always didn't seem like the best thing to do for myself, but ultimately, the patient came first.
As the day went on, I found myself dreading the meeting more and more. Between all the mental illness, broken bones, and angry Karens, this was the last day I needed this meeting to happen.
Eventually, the time came and I had to motivate myself away from charts and face the music. These meetings were some of the rare times where I actually wanted to do my charts and results.
