Mason
“How is it I always find myself standing in front of you, asking the same question?” Trent walked into my office unannounced, almost catching his lab coat as he snapped the door shut behind him.
I set down my sandwich on my desk and glanced at him. “And which question is that?”
“What the actual f**k, man?” Trent raised the clipboard in his hand then dropped it down in front of me.
“What?”
I glanced at the chart.
“Mrs. Ramirez. You filed her paperwork all wrong. In fact, everything you’ve touched this morning has been f****d in one way or another and the nurses are blaming your assistant and your assistant is blaming the nurses. Before all hell breaks loose with every employee of the female persuasion, tell me what’s going on?”
I scrubbed a hand over my face. “s**t. Okay.
