ones, check nursing support for frequent coughing and breathing.’
She grinned. ‘Spot on.’
When Mrs Morgan was settled, they walked down to the ward together. As they reached Chambers’s office, she paused. ‘See you later, Paul. I just want a quick word with Mr C.’
The back of her neck felt hot, but this had to be done. If she faced him now, they could clear up the problem quickly—if she left it, things could get even worse. She didn’t want it to drag on and on and affect her work. She rapped on the door. ‘Mr Chambers? Could I have a word, please?’
He looked up from his desk. ‘Brown.’
She closed the door behind her and waited for him to ask her to sit down. He didn’t, he just looked at her.
She took a deep breath. ‘I think we need to clear up a problem.’
‘Problem?’
Was he saying that it was all in her head? ‘Mr Chambers, I get the impression that you don’t like me very much. As we have to work on the same firm, I’d like to think we could overcome any personal differences on a professional level.’
‘Really.’
The drawl made her want to slap his face. She wasn’t the one in the wrong—she’d simply asked him not to touch her again, and she’d been perfectly calm and polite about it. She sighed inwardly. He wasn’t going to give a millimetre, was he? ‘I’m an experienced registrar. Why don’t you make use of me?’
‘What precisely are you offering, Brown?’
She flushed. She should have guessed he’d interpret it that way, given his groping habits. ‘I’m used to operating. On simple cases, I supervise Paul and let him lead; on more complex ones, Tony used to let me lead and treated it as a teaching case for Paul.’
‘And?’
‘He used to ask us both questions.’
‘Obviously he had confidence in you.’
She frowned. ‘Of course. We’d worked together for a while. I was hoping you and I would be able to work together the same way.’
He leaned back in his chair. ‘Tony gave you glowing references.’
What was she supposed to say to that? ‘Yes,’ was too smug, ‘Did he?’ was false modesty and ‘No’ was saying she had no confidence in herself and was useless at her job. She took refuge in silence.
He folded his arms. ‘You were having an affair, weren’t you?’
‘What?’ Kirsty stared at him, taken aback. ‘Of course we weren’t!’
He gave a little shrug, as if he didn’t believe her. ‘So you want to work with me the way you worked with Tony.’
‘Yes.’
‘Then I suggest you’re as…accommodating with me.’
Surely he wasn’t suggesting…? ‘How do you mean?’ she asked carefully.
‘I think you know. Keep me happy…’ to her disgust, he actually licked his lips ‘…and I’ll see what I can do for your career.’
Meaning that if she didn’t sleep with him, he’d make sure she lost her job? She didn’t trust herself to answer. What she really wanted to do was to slap that nasty little smile from his face. In real life, that wasn’t an option. Instead, she gave him one of her coldest glares and left his office.
He really thought she’d sleep with him to help her career? The sheer arrogance took her breath away. But what could she do now? If she went to Personnel, it was his word against hers. And a consultant’s words were worth more than a registrar’s. If she applied for another job, she’d have to ask someone else for a reference and the interviewer was bound to ask her why her immediate boss hadn’t given her a reference. And if she stayed…
Then she remembered what Ben had said last night. ‘Guy Chambers’ll think you’re unavailable so he’ll leave you alone.’
Right now, that was the best option she had.
She paged him from Jenny’s office.
Three minutes later, the phone rang. She snatched it up. ‘Surgical.’
‘Ben Robertson. You paged me?’
‘It’s Kirsty.’
‘Kirst? What’s up? Adam? I got your note. Well done for spotting what we’d all missed. He said you’d been