Sebastian had parked his car in the staff area. He slammed the door after killing the engine, and walked into the reception area. "Que?" His voice boomed. He was clearly upset by being brought in so early in the morning. He wasn't even on call. Young receptionist looked at him in amazement. Her blond hair and falling over her shoulders and as she breathed her uniform showed her breasts clearly she must've been new, because she had no name tag yet.
"What?" Sebastian said just as angrily.
"Um…" Where she wanted to tell him disappeared from her lips.
"Okay. I'm sorry I'm angry with something different. It's not you," he tried to reassure her but it didn't seem to be working. Her face was just as pale as when he stormed in, and started to speak in Spanish.
"Dr. Masters, Mrs. Stevenson wants to see," she finally managed, still afraid of the towering doctor on the other side of the desk. She thought he was going to leave over and strangle her – he had the build for it!
"Mrs. Stevenson" Sebastian pulled back in surprise
what did she want he thought, but as he wanted, Sebastian could only draw one conclusion. He asked receptionist what it was about but she slowly shook her head. "she only told me to send you to her office." The young woman said.
"Okay." Sebastian started for the elevators and just as they are open he saw Mrs. Stevenson standing there. His face went ashen.
"I, Dr. Masters," she agreed them. "Won't you join me in my office," Mrs. Stevenson was holding the button to keep the elevator doors open for him Sebastian stepped inside, obviously having no choice. This was his boss after all.
The elevator ride to the top floor of the building was unnervingly silent. Sebastian wanted to ask Mrs. Stevenson what the problem was, but deep down, he had a distinct idea. He just wanted to hear it from her lips and not spill it from his own. He had been fidgety all the way to the top and Mrs. Stevenson – standing like a marble statue – noticed every move he made.
Once inside Mrs. Stevenson's office, Sebastian noticed another man waiting for them. He looked impatient.
"This is Mr. Hadly, Head of investigations," she introduced Sebastian to him, and they shook hands. "Please have a seat," she took her own seat behind her desk.
"Dr. Masters! It's a pleasure," he said on a near by whether two-seater. "I've heard of your reputation! "
Thank you," Sebastian said it was suddenly suspicious. "What is this all about?" It was obviously he wanted to get to the root of the matter. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mr. Hadly shift uneasily.
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