"There," Margaret said, slapping the last of the files down on the table and saving the document on the computer. "That's all of them."
Violet slumped in her chair, her head laying against the backrest. "Oh, thank the gods," she said, then raised her head, "And, you. You are a goddess among women."
Margaret laughed. "That's what they all say," she glanced at her watch, "And now that I've got you started, I am going to meet up with my very sexy boyfriend and hopefully get some sleep before morning."
Violet sat upright. "Did you just sit here with me all night and do this," she gestured expansively at the mounds of folders and laptop, "when you had someone waiting for you? And please don't tell me that you work in the morning."
"No, thank all that is holy," Margaret said. "My significant other is Shen, head of the castle security. He works late hours to keep up with the clan and the supernatural hijinks that follow them, so he's getting off work about now. I am in no way, shape or form a morning person, so I've been given the afternoon shift so that Kiersten can go home early and spend time with her son while the doc finishes up his day. Then," she held up her cell phone, "I'm on call in case of midnight emergencies for Elisa."
Violet blinked at her. "For Elisa specifically?"
"Mostly," Margaret said with an eye roll. "She gets injured more than any single person should and survive."
Violet thought of when she'd first met Elisa and nodded. "I can see that. She was rushing in to face off with Thailog barehanded when I met her."
"That's our Elisa," Margaret said with a smile. "I first met her after she'd been shot, concussed and with Amnesia, so count yourself lucky that she got through that one uninjured. Lord only knows I was."
Violet shook her head and chuckled. "And that's why I'm happy to work in an office."
"You and me both," Margaret said, slapping the table lightly. "You good here?"
"Now? With all this done?" Violet said, "I'm perfect. I'm going to give these all a once through, pick a few to get started, then see when I can get them in for interviews."
"Cool," the perky redheaded nurse said. "I'll see you later, alright?"
"Count on it," Violet said. "I think I owe you my first born, if not dinner after this."
Margaret laughed and left the lab, closing the door softly behind her.
Violet sighed loudly. It really was a relief to have someone help her with all of this. Turning the laptop, she took a look at the spreadsheet that was still on the screen. They had narrowed down the field to the main four things she required for those she wanted to work with in her lab: education, experience, references, and field of study.
Violet was happy to find that the top eight people hit in every field.
She rubbed her hands together.
She had been working her tail off since that night in the labyrinth, and she thought she had a good enough start on what she needed to do. She had isolated the protein that she believed was responsible for the reactions.
Now she just needed the extra hands.
She frowned at the screen. Two of the potential prospects had the same name. She searched through the folders and pulled out the two marked with the last name of Vaussier and spread them out in front of her.
She took in the names and identical birthdates. Twins, she thought. A brother and sister team.
She ran over their lists of accomplishments and realized that most of their work had been done together, so they obviously worked well as a team. One majored in Immunology and the other in Bio-Chemistry.
Violet couldn't believe her luck.
She quickly shuffled those two to the top of the call list.
She also pulled a few more younger applicants as well as two who were over the age of 40, hoping that they would be willing to work for someone of Violet's age.
She could run into that issue with everyone in this stack, Violet thought with a sigh. It hadn't been easy, graduating so far ahead of everyone else. Going through school with no real friends because in every class since fourth grade, she'd been younger than everyone else.
And. They. Just. Kept. Advancing. Her.
Granted, she would have been bored in the grades with her age group, but the gap between her and her classmates had only increased until she'd been a fourteen-year-old freshman in college.
And people thought dating in high school had been rough, she thought wryly.
Setting those she wanted to call to the side, she closed the laptop and went to her apartment to get some rest.