Set in Princeton, New Jersey, the best medical research is studied and performed at the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. And there is one doctor in particular who brings fame to the hospital-Dr. Gregory House.
Recently graduated medical stud...
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A/N: This chapter is 4/4 of what was formerly known as "Charade's at the Palace pt. 4".
The very next morning at about nine, Madelyn stood before the research abroad committee seemingly rejuvenated from yesterday's events.
The committee was made up of three women, and two men; a nice change compared to House's team. Of course, as she expected, they appeared wildly professional with suits, shoes, and jewelry that must've cost hundreds of dollars. However, Madelyn was not intimidated, but rather motivated and excited to finally talk with them. She'd been preparing for this meeting for months now, and she was not about to let anything make it less than perfect.
Half an hour later, the committee headed down the escalators to leave. Madelyn waved goodbye and thanked them again for their considerations and kindness. Looking forward to studying with them this summer– in Amsterdam–was an understatement for her.
Fortunate for Madelyn, she successfully concealed the fact that she was extremely hungover at the moment.Taking a deep breath of relief, Madelyn was grateful she was able to hold it together for the long-awaited meeting.
It'd been a long time since she last felt this hungover. Her stomach was flipping like pancakes and she didn't even want to try to eat. Her balance was also fairly impaired. Madelyn, who would die in a pair of tall heels, was wearing tiny-heeled booties to the final day of the NMA conference this morning as a precaution to help her keep steady.
And it was right then when she remembered how horrible she felt that she also remembered Wilson was giving a presentation on new breakthrough in oncological research at 9:15.
She rushed–as much as she could rush right now–to the ballroom where he was presenting. Upon arriving, Madelyn immediately detected Wilson who was sitting with his laptop at the podium.
"Hey!" a shrill voice from behind said, "we just got here too, we were looking for you."
It was Taub. His voice was normally not something she would describe as shrill, but everything sounded out of sorts this morning.
"Me too. Sorry, I meant to find you guys earlier." Madelyn replied, slowly following him to some seats beside the rest of the team who was joined by Cameron, and of course, House.
"Here, I'll go in first, so you can sit by House." Taub offered.
By now, everyone had caught on to the fact that they were dating. But this morning, Madelyn wasn't sure if that was the case anymore. Nonetheless, she chose to go along with it instead of making things more awkward and dramatic at such an early hour.
Madelyn smoothed her black pencil skirt against the back of her thighs so it wouldn't ride up when she next stood up.
Crossing her legs, she began nervously shaking her foot slightly. In her peripheral vision, Madelyn saw House move his hand as he guided it to rest upon her knee. She didn't refuse it.
