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five for now. We can meet near the end of next week to go over them.”
    I took the files and tried my best to return his smile as I got up to return to the ER.
    “I can’t believe you gave me so much hell just now. I have to admit, people usually go out of their way to give me what I want. And I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I respect that, Dr. Carter. See you next week,” he said as I left, and I could have sworn there was glee in his voice.
    I seethed through the rest of my shift and all the way home. I dropped the files on my coffee table and glared at them over a bowl of ice cream—my routine dinner as of late.
    He’s trying to punish me, I was sure of it. He’s trying to make me pay for pointing out his lack of expertise. That, or he is trying to make me quit, since he can’t have me fired. Either way, he is trying to make my life miserable.
    But there was another voice inside my head, one I was trying my best to ignore. This voice was a little too excited to be working closely with Makarov. This was the same voice that kept reminding me of pale grey eyes and a cocksure smile, or hard muscles beneath an expensive suit. This voice called up urges in me that I didn’t want to feel, and I tried my best to silence it, or at least ignore it. Unfortunately, this wasn’t as easy as I hoped it would be.
    Grumbling angrily, trying to ignore my own traitorous imagination, I eventually leaned forward and picked up the first file. I would not let Makarov win!

Chapter 6
    T he next week passed in a flurry. The Emergency Room was surprisingly busy with the usual summer calamities—surfing mishaps, lawnmower accidents, and the like. My free time was taken up with a careful examination of each case file Makarov had handed me.
    In my gut, I was sure that this task was some type of a punishment, a way to get back at me for my snide comments at the bar. My deepest fear was that this was Makarov’s way to manipulate me into leaving my internship. I, however, couldn’t help but see it as a test, of sorts—a test of my endurance, my drive, and an overall test of my ability to analyze medical procedures.
    Though Makarov hadn’t asked for it, I wrote up a short report on each case, which included a brief summary of what happened, reasons why the fatality may have occurred, and suggestions on how a similar occurrence might be avoided in the future. I forced myself to do this for even the most clear-cut cases. I read and reread each report multiple times, until I was absolutely confident in my work.
    I also made sure to complete this task earlier in the week. I knew I would risk giving Makarov the impression that I could be given more cases next week, but I needed to prove to him that I couldn’t be intimidated.
    Wednesday morning, before my shift, I made my way up to the twelfth floor and left the files, along with my reports, with Makarov’s secretary.
    “You sure you don’t want to deliver them in person?” she asked. “He just got in and doesn’t have another appointment at the moment.”
    “I’m sure,” I said in a voice that was probably a little too convincing, but she just smiled at me knowingly and nodded.
    I questioned that decision later on that morning, however, when Dr. Grimes cornered me in the break room.
    “I just got off the phone with Lex Makarov,” she said with a smile. “He seemed really happy with the work you’d done for him. He said to send you up to his office at the end of your shift to discuss your findings and receive more cases.”
    I tried to smile as I nodded but I could tell that it wasn’t convincing.
    “I don’t know what you did,” Dr. Grimes continued. “But I’ve known Lex for a while now and he isn’t easily impressed—it’s a Russian thing, I guess. Good job.”
    She actually winked at me as she ushered me out the door. I wasn’t sure what she was implying, but I knew I didn’t like it. The traitorous part of me that I’d been trying to ignore all week