Wheatley stared down at his coffee. His boss glared at him.
She was tapping her long nails on the worktop and pursing her lips. Dr Ramona Abdi. She was middle aged. Anything could tick her off. Her long white hair framed her pail looking face. She had cold green eyes and a large pointed nose. She was thin and looked like she could be snapped with one finger.
"Doctor Paul Wheatley," She started. She rolled her words. "Other doctors have made incredible progress. Lionel from down the hall is a valuable neurological surgeon.
Margot is now in Kings Head. You know the most important hospital in the country." She looked up from her coffee. "And you, Mr Wheatley, have created 50 FLIPPING VEGETABLES." His own blue eyes, glanced down at his own coffee. He took a sip. It was cold. Freezing like Ramona's cold blue eyes. "Oh," He stammered. He had a strong British accent. "Luv,"
"My name is Doctor Ramona Abdi." She glared again.
"Doctor Ramona Abdi. Before you came. I ran this place."
Quickly, Dr Abdi reached to the filing cabinet and flicked through several files until she came to the one she was looking for. "Well Mr Wheatley." Daintily, she slide the folder forwards. "There's a reason why you are at the bottom of this and any hierarchy."
He took the file and opened it.
YOU ARE READING
Dr Wheatley
HumorPaul Wheatley has been a doctor for a year now. he has treated for 4050 patients...and only 50 survived. It doesn't help the office aren't supportive and his boss hates him...
