After I lost my job, I got a lot of calls from people who had heard what I was trying to do at M.E. If that press conference was good for anything — debatable — at very least, it boosted my public image.
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nbsp; Still, it’s taken me this long to find a position that I really wanted to take.
I moved out of the city after Jace was told that he would keep his license, but he was fired from the hospital. There was nothing left for either of us there.
I’m waiting in Jace’s office for him to show up. Apparently, one of his patients came down with pneumonia, a result of chemotherapy’s assault on her immune system.
After a while, though, he finally comes in, saying, “Hey, Grace. How are you this morning?”
“Annoyed,” I tell him. “When I agreed to marry you, you told me that you’d give me the world, and now look at me.”
“I think you look great,” he says, scanning over the file in his hand.
“Whatever,” I tell him. “Your 10 o’clock is waiting in your office, and Mr. Landau called to say that he’s going to need you to come by. I guess his nurse called in sick and he can’t make it to the door on his own.”
“The help can’t make it to the door?”
“No, the patient,” I tell him. “You’re really going to do the grammar thing with me right now?”
“Give him a call and let him know that I can get out there on my lunch break,” he says.
“After your 10 o’clock,” I tell him, “you’re clear for the rest of the day.”
He stops before entering his office and says, “You know, in New York, I maintained a very busy schedule. Of course, I had competent help back then, too.”
He stops laughing when the stapler I throw dents the wall near his head.
“Jeez,” he says. “Calm down. I was just kidding.”
“So was I,” I tell him, looking back down at the crossword puzzle in front of me. “If I was serious, you’d probably be on the ground right now.”
Okay, so maybe being the secretary to my husband of three years isn’t the most glamorous job in the world, and I should know; I used to have one that was a lot closer to that particular peak.
I finally heard back from the station I’ve been wooing for the last few years or so, and they’re bringing me in for a second interview. Hopefully, that means I can stop treading water as Jace’s assistant — a term that I cling to dearly — and get back to doing what I’m good at.
Ironic as it may seem, after all the time I spent trying to put the now defunct Memento Entertainment in a position to acquire KJBP, I’ve found myself in a position where KJBP is trying to acquire me. I just hope it’s not Andrew asking the questions, or I think my chances might not be so great.
It only took the station five years to start taking me seriously.
Jace finishes up with the patient in his office and calls me in through the open door.
I get up and bring my purse, as there are no more patients in the office to see.
I’ve been telling him that we should have opened up his office a little closer to one of the major parts of the city, but he’s gotten to be very adamant about his free time nowadays.
“Yes, Doctor?” I ask in my best Marilyn Monroe voice.
“Sit down,” he says. “Your scans finally came in.”
He tells me that the oligodendroglioma is still in my head, but that it doesn’t seem to have shown any significant signs of growth. He’s been giving me the same speech for the last five years.
“I know you’d like to hear something different,” he says, “but with this thing being as slow growing as it is, it’s not likely we’re going to see much change month-to-month.”
“Yeah,” I respond absently.
“I have good news, though,” he says. “There’s a clinical trial coming up and I should be able to get you into it.”