10-10-2019, 06:01 PM
She was pacing. The more Soren spoke, the more she could detect the odd, alien cadence in his accent. She stared at him, bewildered. He sounded hurt. But it was all she could find.
“Damn it,” Nina muttered. “Damn it all.” She glanced at a picture of her little sister Rena on her desk. “No family, you said?”
Nina shook her head. She seemed to bear no particular anger towards Soren. It seemed more as if she were puzzled, disappointed.
“What about Morven’s office?” Nina replied, looking around at Soren.
“We can hunt for clues,” said Nina, suddenly and very quietly.
“Come on,” she said, beckoning impatiently at Soren. A few minutes later, they were in a waiting room, well appointed with seating and a table for meetings. An inner door led into Morven’s office, and they hurried in that direction.
Nina muted the internal scanners for intruders with her ID. The hazard light panels came on.
The office was functional and standard, but the walls were piled with certificates from Morven’s worthy career. There was a desk with a high backed chair at the far end, a couch, and a side door into a private bathroom.
Nina was sweating. This was down to her, just as Soren had taken pleasure in noting. Not only had Nina been the one to breach patient confidentiality, had she just facilitated getting a complete stranger into Morven’s office?
“This was a bad idea,” she muttered, privately to Soren. “My head’s going to roll for this.”
“Damn it,” Nina muttered. “Damn it all.” She glanced at a picture of her little sister Rena on her desk. “No family, you said?”
Nina shook her head. She seemed to bear no particular anger towards Soren. It seemed more as if she were puzzled, disappointed.
“What about Morven’s office?” Nina replied, looking around at Soren.
“We can hunt for clues,” said Nina, suddenly and very quietly.
“Come on,” she said, beckoning impatiently at Soren. A few minutes later, they were in a waiting room, well appointed with seating and a table for meetings. An inner door led into Morven’s office, and they hurried in that direction.
Nina muted the internal scanners for intruders with her ID. The hazard light panels came on.
The office was functional and standard, but the walls were piled with certificates from Morven’s worthy career. There was a desk with a high backed chair at the far end, a couch, and a side door into a private bathroom.
Nina was sweating. This was down to her, just as Soren had taken pleasure in noting. Not only had Nina been the one to breach patient confidentiality, had she just facilitated getting a complete stranger into Morven’s office?
“This was a bad idea,” she muttered, privately to Soren. “My head’s going to roll for this.”
Nina