Angel Huxley Novak
As I step inside the fancy sports centre, my eyes widen in awe. The place is a stunning architectural marvel, with its entire exterior made of shimmering glass that reflects the sunlight, creating a dazzling display of colors.
The entrance is adorned with sleek metal accents, giving it a modern and luxurious feel.
Inside, the spacious lobby is filled with people bustling about, all dressed in smart clothes and sporting lanyards with ID badges. The polished marble floor adds to the elegance of the space, and the air is filled with a sense of excitement and energy.
The reception area is a masterpiece of design, with a sleek, curved desk made of gleaming wood and glass. Behind it, large screens display information about upcoming events and activities.
The receptionist herself is dressed impeccably in a professional outfit, exuding an air of sophistication and efficiency.
As I approaches the desk, the receptionist greets me with a warm smile. "Good morning, how may I assist you today?"
I am momentarily taken aback by the grandeur of the sports center, but quickly regains my composure. "Hi, I'm Angel Huxley. I'm here for the sports medicine fellowship with Dr. Moore."
The receptionist nods, quickly checking her computer. "Ah, yes, I have your name right here. Welcome to our centre, Angel. Dr. Moore's office is on the sports floor. Let me make you, your official lanyard and card."
This all felt so real, since I lost my baggage-I had to go out early in the morning to the shopping mall to grab myself a pink light blouse and White trousers. It sat on my body perfectly.
The receptionist, named Carole hands me a lanyard along with a card to attach to my lanyard.
"Just take this card and tap it onto the entrance scanner, it will let you in. Walk straight ahead and her office is on the right."
"Thank you Carole." She smiles, as I make my way to the entrance scanner. I tap my card, the light goes green and the door slides open. God, this felt so real, so right.
Following Carole's directions, I finally reach a door with "Dr. Moore" printed on it. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I knock gently and wait for her response. "Come in," her deep voice calls out, and I push the door open to find her engrossed in completing paperwork.
"Hello—" I begin.
"Sit down," she interrupts me with a stern command, pointing to the chair in front of her desk. She hasn't looked up at me yet, still focused on the paperwork. With uncertainty, I settle into the chair and cross my legs, feeling the weight of her presence.
Finally, she lifts her gaze and pushes her glasses above her head to meet my eyes. "Dr. Novak? Or Huxley?" she questions, making me tense up.
"Doctor Huxley, ma'am."
"You wrote Novak on the paperwork, but your passport says Huxley," she points out.
I take a moment before replying, "Yes, ma'am. Huxley is correct."
Her demeanor softens slightly as she continues, "You're the daughter of Luna Huxley." It wasn't a question; she states it matter-of-factly. I nod, and her next words bring unexpected emotion to the surface, "Your mother was the greatest orthopedic surgeon in history and a great friend of mine. I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thank you," I manage to say, my voice catching with emotion.
Dr. Moore stands up, lifting around twenty files, and drops them heavily onto her desk. "As you can see, I have so much paperwork to do," she says with a hint of frustration. "Now there are ten things you're in charge off."
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