AN: Very old lady writing fanfictions again. This time with new penname, another fandom, more drama, though. Hope you enjoy it! Send me some love with your reviews!
This chapter was not beta'ed, so everything here is my fault.
As the World Turns
Prologue
Sitting behind her desk in her office, Dr. Tanya Denali was worried.
As doctor and also assistant to Dr. Isabella Swan, she hoped she wouldn't get into more problems. Again.
She sighed as she dropped on her desk another resume. She needed to choose two names, two candidates to apply two offers as doctors of Dr. Swan's team. Those people would be her colleagues.
Not that she needed that.
Dr. Swan (her boss) was a very difficult person.That's why Dr. Esme Platt (her boss-boss) asked Tanya to hire two doctors as soon as possible, for Isabella Swan was hitting some hard limits at Forks Women Care Center, where she worked for two years.
In three days, after putting the advertisement online, Tanya received more than three hundred resumes of candidates for the two offers. Incredible too much for a job with average income. But people needed a job. People needed money.
Being assistant to Dr. Isabella Swan was no easy task. Just ask both her previous assistants. They could say that. Peter and Charlotte were fired after Isabella found out they were in a relationship between four walls. The four walls of their office in the hospital, where Isabella found them together, obviously without clothes.
That was the reason she prayed everything would be all right and she would have no problems. She would hire more two doctors. They would do their job. They would help Tanya control Isabella Swan and everything would be okay. No problems. No pushing. No pressure. No accidents. No Dr. Swan trying to start a World War in that small city.
After some wondering, Tanya tried to focus on the present.
Two offers.
Three hundred and forty four resumes.
Six selected for interviews in the current week.
She rubbed her temples before closing her eyes. She read too much in the past days and eyes and head were hurting. Maybe it was time to give up and just hire someone.
Whatever.
She stood on her feet and took her purse, collecting her personal items and cleaning her desk for the day.
As her desk stood empty and organized as she or nobody were never there in that same day, she decided to spread the six resumes on it.
Eyes closed.
Finger up.
She let her index finger fall on one of the six CVs and opened her blue eyes, taking that one out.
And she did that once more to choose another one.
Tomorrow she would call both of them and set the interviews up.
She read again the names her finger pointed minutes ago, raising an eyebrow.
That will be fun.