You're His Favorite Joke

Chapter 6: The best method

Dr. Harleen Quinzel

"Dr. Quinzel, please report to Dr. Leland's office for a evaluation meeting," Mrs. Algale's voice echoed through my office speaker phone.

I quickly walked to Dr. Leland's office and knocked at the cool, wood door.

"No calls!" Yelled a muffled Dr. Leland behind her office door.
"It's Dr. Quinzel," I spoke as the door cracked open.
"Oh, Dr. Quinzel, do come in. My apologizes, it's been a very stressful day."
"I can see that," I walked inside and turned to Dr. Leland. "Turning into a bad day, huh?"

While closing her office door she answered, "Everyday is a bad day. But, lets get back on track. Today you will meet with Dr. Jonathan Crane, Dr. Bertrand Fritzes, and myself. We will share a discussion on your first appointment with Pamela Isley."

"I hope I did well and impressed you all," I said while Dr. Leland searched her desk for some supplies and checked her make up.

I realized that she had her lab coat closed and began to unbutton it and revealed a red shirt with a black tie and black leggings.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip with annoyance.

I took a moment to study the outfit I wore: grey turtle neck and a plain skirt.

"Something wrong, Dr. Quinzel?," Dr. Leland asked while placing her worried hand on my shoulder.

I just answered with a nod.

"Well, shall we?" Dr. Leland used the same hand to stretch to the direction of the door.

I followed her to a large office with a long desk in the middle and portraits of --well old geezers.

I noticed that there were three chairs on one side and one lone chair at the opposite side. On either side of the table stood two men.

"Dr. Quinzel, meet Dr. Bertrand Fritzes," I extended my hand to meet his in a firm shake. Dr.Fritzes was bald, plump, and wore a dark brown suit with small greases stains.

"He became a supervisor of Black Gate in only two years," Spoke Dr. Leland.

"A pleasure, Dr. Q-Q-Q?," struggled Dr. Fritzes.
"Quinzel," I helped as I smiled to reassure him.
"Very unique, I've heard a lot of good things about you," Dr. Fritzes said as Dr. Leland then guided me to the second man.

"And this is--," Dr. Leland began but was interrupted by the mysterious man.
"Dr. Jonathan Crane," Dr. Crane finished.

I met his sweaty lanky hand in a shaky grip.

"I plan to work with you," he placed his second hand above mines, "personally Dr. Quin-zel."

"Thank you," I pulled away, "Dr. Crane," I was lost in his eyes. They're a deep brown with a small dot for a pupil. Crane was lanky with brown hair that curled in every direction. He wore a brown suit with a yellow tie. His entire suit seemed too small for him.

"My absolute pleasure," Sighed Dr. Crane as he grew strength from my small shock .

"Take a seat, Doctor," Commanded Dr. Leland as she gathered with the other two on the opposite side of the lone chair.
As I sat down, I realized that all three doctors together looked like the Three Stooges. My funny realization made me let out a giggle. My giggle caught the attention of all three doctors.

"Something funny, Doctor?" Asked Leland as she sat in the middle of Fritzes and Crane.

"Oh, no. It was just a cough," I demonstrated a cough to them as I fought against blushing.

"Very well," began Dr. Fritzes. "We went over your notes for patient..,"

"Isley," Finished Dr. Leland for the lost Fritzes.