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Author: Alexandra Richland
pulling out his phone.
Without another glance in my direction, he marches toward the exit, flanked by Christopher and Sean. Dr. Shore and Valerie stand next to each other near the door. Lindsay hovers behind them.
Mr. Merrick stops to exchange handshakes and a few words.
“My name is Valerie Hendrix.” Desperation drips from my boss’s broad smile. “I’m the ER nurse manager here at Manhattan General. I trust that your care was satisfactory?”
Mr. Merrick’s lips turn up a little. It’s clear he’s used to this. It’s right up his alley, the ultimate power trip, as if his wealth, professional position, and devastating good looks don’t offer him enough of an advantage.
“My care was excellent.” His commanding voice ricochets off the stark white walls, sending tremors up my spine. “Miss Peters was especially helpful.”
I feel a blush rise in my cheeks.
Valerie’s face breaks into an even wider smile. “Excellent, Mr. Merrick. I’m glad to hear it.”
“You will be contacted by the director of my auxiliary foundation on Tuesday regarding a supplementary thank you on behalf of Merrick Industries,” he says as he moves closer to the door.
Valerie’s eyes light up brighter than I have ever seen. “You are most gracious, Mr. Merrick.”
Before our VIP can make a break for it, Dr. Shore jumps in his way.
Mr. Merrick doesn’t conceal his irritation.
“Perhaps I’ll be seeing you around at some social functions,” Dr. Shore says.
Without responding, Mr. Merrick passes him, swept away by a sea of light gray suits and ushered into a black Mercedes.
The motorcade drives off and it seems like everyone in the ER exhales a deep breath at the exact same time. I’m left feeling like I’m caught in a whirlwind, dumbfounded by what’s happened in the last hour and a half.
“All right, Missy. Spill it.”
I jump at the sound of Derek’s voice. Michelle and Chelsea accompany him. All three of them grin at me.
“What’s Merrick like?” Chelsea asks. “Did he give you shit?”
“Dr. Shore told everyone Merrick was gonna give you shit,” Michelle says.
“Mr. Merrick is . . .”
I can’t put into words the first impression he gave me. In fact, I don’t know anything about him, really. Tomorrow, I’m looking to change that. There must be more to him than just money and arrogance.
I shrug. “He’s exactly like you’d think he’d be, I guess.”
“So he’s pretty much an asshole with a large bank balance.” Derek pouts. “Too bad. He’s a hottie.”
My three colleagues look behind me and cringe.
“Valerie at six o’clock, Sara,” Chelsea whispers.
They dash out of Triage. Before I can follow, I feel a soft hand on my shoulder. I turn to find Valerie staring me down.
My face flushes yet again.
She knows.
“I’m not sure how you redeemed yourself in there, but good job, Sara,” she says curtly.
I let out a deep breath. Of course she wouldn’t think Trenton Merrick and I made out in Room Three —it sounds farfetched to me and I know it actually happened.
I shove my hands into the front pockets of my scrubs and trace my fingers around the sharp edges of Mr. Merrick’s business card. My eyes drift toward the exit. Mr. Merrick is long gone and it’s back to business as usual at Manhattan General, but I feel his presence everywhere around me.
Shaking my head, I walk toward the desk and pick up the file on the top of the pile. Folder in hand, I step out from behind the Triage nurses’ station to greet the next person.
Mr. Merrick’s parting words replay in my mind for the rest of my shift.
Welcome to my world, Miss Peters.
Chapter Three
Now that I’ve met Mr. Merrick person-to-person and lips-to-lips, I see him everywhere. Okay, not everywhere, but I know for a fact he’s on the cover of New York Financial magazine this month. I find this out Saturday morning after my night shift while buying a pack of gum outside of the Metro station near the
Without another glance in my direction, he marches toward the exit, flanked by Christopher and Sean. Dr. Shore and Valerie stand next to each other near the door. Lindsay hovers behind them.
Mr. Merrick stops to exchange handshakes and a few words.
“My name is Valerie Hendrix.” Desperation drips from my boss’s broad smile. “I’m the ER nurse manager here at Manhattan General. I trust that your care was satisfactory?”
Mr. Merrick’s lips turn up a little. It’s clear he’s used to this. It’s right up his alley, the ultimate power trip, as if his wealth, professional position, and devastating good looks don’t offer him enough of an advantage.
“My care was excellent.” His commanding voice ricochets off the stark white walls, sending tremors up my spine. “Miss Peters was especially helpful.”
I feel a blush rise in my cheeks.
Valerie’s face breaks into an even wider smile. “Excellent, Mr. Merrick. I’m glad to hear it.”
“You will be contacted by the director of my auxiliary foundation on Tuesday regarding a supplementary thank you on behalf of Merrick Industries,” he says as he moves closer to the door.
Valerie’s eyes light up brighter than I have ever seen. “You are most gracious, Mr. Merrick.”
Before our VIP can make a break for it, Dr. Shore jumps in his way.
Mr. Merrick doesn’t conceal his irritation.
“Perhaps I’ll be seeing you around at some social functions,” Dr. Shore says.
Without responding, Mr. Merrick passes him, swept away by a sea of light gray suits and ushered into a black Mercedes.
The motorcade drives off and it seems like everyone in the ER exhales a deep breath at the exact same time. I’m left feeling like I’m caught in a whirlwind, dumbfounded by what’s happened in the last hour and a half.
“All right, Missy. Spill it.”
I jump at the sound of Derek’s voice. Michelle and Chelsea accompany him. All three of them grin at me.
“What’s Merrick like?” Chelsea asks. “Did he give you shit?”
“Dr. Shore told everyone Merrick was gonna give you shit,” Michelle says.
“Mr. Merrick is . . .”
I can’t put into words the first impression he gave me. In fact, I don’t know anything about him, really. Tomorrow, I’m looking to change that. There must be more to him than just money and arrogance.
I shrug. “He’s exactly like you’d think he’d be, I guess.”
“So he’s pretty much an asshole with a large bank balance.” Derek pouts. “Too bad. He’s a hottie.”
My three colleagues look behind me and cringe.
“Valerie at six o’clock, Sara,” Chelsea whispers.
They dash out of Triage. Before I can follow, I feel a soft hand on my shoulder. I turn to find Valerie staring me down.
My face flushes yet again.
She knows.
“I’m not sure how you redeemed yourself in there, but good job, Sara,” she says curtly.
I let out a deep breath. Of course she wouldn’t think Trenton Merrick and I made out in Room Three —it sounds farfetched to me and I know it actually happened.
I shove my hands into the front pockets of my scrubs and trace my fingers around the sharp edges of Mr. Merrick’s business card. My eyes drift toward the exit. Mr. Merrick is long gone and it’s back to business as usual at Manhattan General, but I feel his presence everywhere around me.
Shaking my head, I walk toward the desk and pick up the file on the top of the pile. Folder in hand, I step out from behind the Triage nurses’ station to greet the next person.
Mr. Merrick’s parting words replay in my mind for the rest of my shift.
Welcome to my world, Miss Peters.
Chapter Three
Now that I’ve met Mr. Merrick person-to-person and lips-to-lips, I see him everywhere. Okay, not everywhere, but I know for a fact he’s on the cover of New York Financial magazine this month. I find this out Saturday morning after my night shift while buying a pack of gum outside of the Metro station near the
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