002 Compliance

Jane

"What the fuck, Jane!" Thomas said, barging into my office. "You caused me to get queried." he said, sounding hurt and angry at the same time. I honestly couldn't be bothered.

"If you didn't constantly put me in the position to do your job, I wouldn't have." I said and stood up, packing my things, ready to head home.

"I know why you did this." he said, and I didn't bother to ask him why. Whatever he had to say was probably insulting, and I knew he would say it anyway.

"Because you don't want anyone to be happy. You want everyone to be miserable as you are. But guess what, I am happy." he said, and I smiled at him.

"Well, good for you, Thomas. Just know I won't be picking up after you anymore." I said and excused myself, brushing past him. I had a stress free evening planned out for myself, and I wasn't going to allow lazy Thomas to disrupt my evening.

On my way out, Ashley stopped me with a file in her hand.

"What is this?" I asked her, staring at the file.

"Toxicology result of the brothers. As you requested." she said, reminding me I was the one that ordered the test.

"Can I view it tomorrow?" I asked her, unwilling to take my work home, and she shook her head.

"Manager said the brothers have to be discharged tomorrow." she said, and I frowned at her.

"Since when does the manager get involved with patients?" I asked, and she leaned close to whisper.

"The O'Connors are rich," she said and moved back, nodding her head.

I understood exactly what she meant. It meant we were expected to give them special treatment, hoping they would donate to the hospital. Kissing ass was a normal trend in the public health sector, and this was one of them.

I sighed and took the file from her.

"Anything else?" I asked her, and she shook her head.

"Their system was clean." she said, sounding worried, and I frowned at her. Why the hell would perfectly normal grown-ass men want to jump off a building hoping to fly?

"This sucks." I said and walked away.

"You are welcome!" she yelled behind me, and I raised my hand to apologise while I walked to my car.

I drove home angry and irritated. Those guys shouldn't be my patients, but here I was with them.

I got home and rummaged through my refrigerator for leftovers. I found none and opted for the cup'a'noodles that was in my pantry.

I had moved to a small apartment complex when my ex-husband divorced me and got to keep everything because of the stupid prenuptial agreement I had signed. Looking back at my life, I realised I had made a lot of stupid decisions that I was paying dearly for now. I was going to turn thirty in two weeks, and I had nothing to show for it. He said I was a workaholic. Brad knew I loved my work before we got together, and thanks to him, my job was all I had left.

My second ex-husband Brad was busy enjoying his life with his new girlfriend. I avoided functions because of them. He had divorced me because of her, and they were going steady. To think she was his secretary when we were married grossed me out. Talk about romance in the place of work. I just didn't get it. Anyway, all the bad decisions I made led me to a one-bedroom apartment in a complex, and I doubted if I would be moving out anytime soon.

I poured the hot water into the cup and waited for Ten minutes. Then I sat on the couch in my living room and ate the noodles.

I finished the noodles and poured myself a glass of wine. Remembering the O'connor brother's, I picked up their file and looked through it. Nothing was interesting, or out of the ordinary, so I put it down and decided to g****e them.

They were hot. They were very hot. I stared at their pictures on the g****e search engine for a while before reading the article about them.

Apparently, they were born in my town but schooled and grew up somewhere else. They returned when they turned twenty-eight and secretly owned most of the thriving business establishments in town. They were silent billionaires, and they were clean. There wasn't anything that could give me a clear picture of their mental status. I guessed I would have to speak to them to know exactly why they believed they could fly.

I shut down my laptop and went to watch some Television. The show got boring, and I decided to touch myself. A good orgasm would help me relax and sleep well. Since no one was hitting it and I doubted if I would let anyone hit it soon, I decided to take care of myself. I passed out immediately after.

I hurried to work in the morning. The manager was waiting for me in my office, and I wasn't looking forward to what he had to discuss with me.

"Good morning Mr Combs," I said and put my bag on the chair in my office. I brought out my laptop and placed it on the desk, then hung my bag on the stand close to my chair.

"Doctor Richards, hope you had a good night sleep?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Very well, I need you to speed up the O'Connors case and have them discharged this morning." he said, and I looked at him, surprised.

"With all due respect, sir, You are not to tell me how to do my job." I pointed out, and he smiled.

"If it hurts the finances of this establishment, then I am allowed to do so. The O'Connor brothers are great donators to this clinic, and it would be in our best interest not to tarnish their image." he said with a big grin.

"They tried to jump off a building, Sir." I pointed out, and he nodded.

"Get to it and discharge them, Asap." he said and left without allowing me to give my professional opinion on the matter.

I wore my overalls and sat on my chair in my office. Since they had no drugs in their system, the only way I could get the full picture of what happened was from their mouths. I called the nurse station and asked them to bring the brother's separately for a therapy session so I could get to the bottom of the matter.

Thirty minutes later, Ashley escorted Philip and James O'Connor into my office.

"Good Morning Doctor, Richard." Philip said, and I stood up to shake their hands. I looked at Ashley with a question in my eyes.

"Please have a seat," I offered both of them and politely excused myself to speak to Ashley.

"I said individually." I complained to her, and she shrugged her shoulder.

"They insisted to take the session together. They called Combs, and he said it was alright." she said, and I growled. That arsehole getting involved with my work was getting on my nerves. Ashley left, and I composed myself and plastered a fake smile on my face before entering my office.

I sat on my desk while they sat on the couch facing my desk, and I leaned forwards to speak to them.

"So, care to tell me why you two jumped off a building last night?"