Our Way

“Just take a seat, the doctor will be with you soon.” She fills me a glass of water. “Can I get you anything else?”

“No, thank you.” She leaves me alone in the room, and I clasp my hands together in my lap. God, I hate fucking interviews. I haven’t been to one in ten years. I can almost hear my heart as it tries to escape from my chest.

The door opens, and a young man walks in. “Hello.”

I stand to shake his hand, and I’m shocked. He’s young… and very handsome with dark wavy hair and brown eyes, not at all what I expected. “Henry Morgan.”

“Eliza Bennet.” I smile.

His eyes glow as he takes a seat. “Please, take a seat.”

He opens a folder that holds my resumé, and his eyes scan through it. “Your resumé is very impressive.”

“Thanks.”

He closes the folder and his eyes come to mine. “Why do you want this job, Eliza?”

Oh shit.

“Well, I’m looking to move to another field outside of the hospital.”

“I see. And what made you want to work for me?”

I smile awkwardly. “To be honest, I don’t care who I work for. I liked the position that you are offering.”

He smiles broadly and I know he liked that answer. “The position is for a surgery manager. I see you’ve managed before having worked in intensive care, recovery, and paediatrics.”

“Yes.”

“Very impressive.” His eyes hold mine, and there seems to be a buzz in the air between us.

Is he attracted to me?

“Let me tell you about the position. You will be my right hand. I need you to manage the seven members of staff that I have, while also seeing to the recovery care for my post-op patients. You would need to be on call overnight on the days that I’m in surgery in case the patient is in distress and needs advice or pain management. I operate on Tuesdays and Thursdays. ”

I listen intently.

“You would be working out of this office. However, there will be times when you would need to travel with me to conferences, both interstate and overseas. ”

Excitement fills me, this sounds fantastic.

“How does that sound?”

“Great.”

“I would need you to start as soon as possible. My manager has become unwell and is currently unable to return.”

“I could possibly start as soon as next week,” I offer. “I have some paid time off that I could take to allow me to finish earlier.”

He sits back in his seat and crosses his leg. “You have an amazing resumé.”

“Thank you.” I smile.

“However, there is one small problem.”

“There is?”