You slowly regather from the shock of what you are seeing and replace the picture.
Making sure to be quiet as you walk past the room next door you make your way back out to the front desk, where the receptionist greets you with a warm smile.
"Could I have a word with you in private?" You ask, leaning in close to her across the counter.
"Sure," she says and it seems like her smile grows a little broader on her pretty pink lips. She ushers you through a door at the counter's end and you join her in a side secretarial room with a desk, computer and filing cabinets.
You take a seat in front of the desk and she sits herself on it, perching on the edge with her long pantyhosed legs crossed.
"Now what seems to be the problem, Mr. ?" She is still smiling at you, expectantly.
"Well, uh," you shift uncomfortably, unsure how to put into polite words what you just saw. "Your medical assisstant, Julie, was getting a little too "friendly" with me and then I saw her go next door and...sexually abuse a mother and her daughter."
The smile drops from the receptionist's face and she straightens up, becoming businesslike again. "We can't have that can we?"
You shake your head firmly, no.
"Wait here a moment, sir." She sighs and you can't be sure but she sounds almost disappointed. "I'll go and see what's going on and see what we can do about it."
With that she leaves, closing the door behind her.
You sit and wait for a moment and despite your nerves find yourself staring at the computer on the desk and wondering. It would be so cool to be able to look at it and go through patients confidential files. Or maybe you should just wait until the receptionist returns? |