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Tommy strolled into the Clinic, his green flannel jacket slung over his shoulder. He entered the lobby, nodding to Anita and Jack at the front desk and clocking in. He barely even noticed when Dr. Mathis came around from the other side of the front desk and landed a firm hand on his shoulder.
“Thomas! How are you?” Mathis asked warmly. “Nice to see we didn’t scare you off during your first day.” He chuckled at his own jokes.
“Please, Thomas was my father.” Tommy said in a casual tone, struggling not to vomit at the loathsome, sickly-sweet wtaercooler dialogue. He plastered a smile on his face and wriggled his shoulder free from Mathis’ grip. “You can call me Tommy, alright? And you’ll fine that I don’t get scared easily.” He slowly shimmied past the Doctor and made his way down the main hall to Room 43, where he had been assigned to file paperwork and consult with his patients. His smile vanished as soon as he was out of Mathis’ sight, and he muttered to himself as he got closer to his room. “… Desperate little pillock…” He entered his room and slammed the door, locking it tight before going on to his computer and signing in to his VPN. He navigated his way to a weapons manufacturer and started scrolling eagerly through the varities of guns. He clicked onto the handgun section and kept scrolling until a very specific gun caught his eye: A Dodds-Bessing P112. He grinned and immediately ordered the gun, not caring about the enormos amount of money the older gun caught. After he’d checked out, he clicked back on to the picture of the P112 and studied it more closely, giggling with malicious glee.
“Does this look familiar, Bruce?” He asked softy, and the giggling lowly turned to roaring, cruel laughter.
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Barton watched in slight confusion as Thomas, his newest hire, stormed down the hall like Matilda did whenever he grounded her. Thomas slammed the door to his consultation room and locked himself inside. No matter. It’s only his second day. He’s probably still a little nervous around me. Barton reassured himself, but there was still a little voice nagging him in the back of his mind…
He turned around to the staff at the front desk. “Jack, Anita… Am I a cool boss?” He asked them. “Please, be honest.” The secretaries nodded emphatically and chuckled a bit. “Of course you are, Dr. Mathis, of course!” Barton sighed in relief and looked back at Thomas’ room. “…Do you think I came on too strong?” He asked them, and they quickly began reassuring him and telling him that he was doing just fine. He sighed, realizing that they were probably just sucking up to him, and decided not to worry about it. He turned to Anita.
“What’s on the sheudule for today, Ani?”
Anita scrolled through the files on her desktop. “Let’s see…” She murmered. “Bordeaux is coming in for Scar Revision at 4:30… Jet has her Breast Augmentation at 6:00… Oh, and we’ll need more of that special anesthetic that Dorian reccommended to you.” Anita stood up from her chair and began pulling on her wool coat. “I’ll just go fetch that now, Doctor.”
Barton put a hand on Anita’s shoulder and gently lowered her down into her seat. “Relax, Anita. I’ll need both you and Jack here taking calls today. It’s the Rush Season, remember?” He put on his own plaid, suede trench coat and grabbed his hat and briefcase. “Besides, you’ve been rushing around in those heels all week, and I can tell you’ve been limping. You don’t have to wear those every day, you know.”
He strolled over to the front door and waved goodbye to his desk clerks. “I’ll be back by 3:00!” He called to them. He then walked into the parking lot, got into his car, and started making his way towards Ace.
Approachable- Ace Chemical Processing Plant
