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CHAPTER THIRTY TWO wishin' and hopin'. season three, episode fourteen.
CASSIE AND BAILEY STOOD OUTSIDE OF THE DENNY DUQUETTE MEMORIAL CLINIC WITH SMILES ON THEIR FACES. Twirling the key in her hand, the former turned her head to face her resident. "Ten days and five million dollars later," she sighed. "Wow."
Bailey laughed. "Wow, indeed."
"Thank you for this," Cassie said gratefully. "Denny would have loved it. Well, I mean, he wasn't super big on medical stuff, but he would have been happy to contribute to something good."
"Thank me?" she scoffed, shaking her head. "Thank you, Harper. I couldn't have done it without you."
Taking the older woman's hand, Cassie grinned. "We did it together."
Bailey turned back to the building with sparkling eyes. "And we are open for business."
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In the lobby, Addison was watching Derek and Burke attempt to impress the Chief, while she sat back with a smug look on her face.
"Aren't you gonna get in there?" Mark asked, coming up behind her. "You wanna be Chief, you gotta fight with the big boys."
Addison shook her head. "You know, Cassie gave me some advice last night. Fight like a girl, and let them kill each other. Then, I'll be the only one left standing."
Mark scoffed. "And then there's me. There you go, underestimating me again."
"Oh, it's not that I underestimate you, it's just that I don't think about you. At all."
"Well, you should." He smirked, walking over to where Burke, Derek and Webber were standing. "I was heading down to the clinic. It's opening today, and I thought it might be nice to show Cassie and Dr. Bailey a little support."
"Very thoughtful, Dr. Sloan. Think I'll join you," Webber said. "Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me."
"Certainly," Derek smiled falsely. As Mark passed him, he lowered his voice to a whisper. "Nicely done."
Mark smiled. "Mhm."
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Bailey perked up when Cristina, Alex, and Izzie entered the clinic. Izzie looked around nervously, feeling unwelcome in the building. And based on the glares she was receiving, she most likely was.
