Forget You – Chapter Two – Newcomer
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"Morning Deej." Matt's voice came from inside one of the examination rooms as D.J. walked through the door to the clinic that morning.
Once she had placed her purse behind the counter, she reached over and grabbed her coat that had her name stitched onto it. Slipping it on, she replied, "Morning."
The tone of her voice caused Matt to poke it head out of the room. "You don't look so good." He told her as he stepped fully into the room, watching as D.J. leaned against the counter with a huff. "Sorry, it's just… you don't."
"That's how you win your way to a girl's heart." She replied, a little more forcefully than intended. D.J., after realising how rude it was, corrected herself quickly. "I'm sorry. It's just, around this time of year I get kind of, I don't really know how to put it, but something happened around this time and it really affected me. If I get really snappy with you, please understand I don't mean it."
Matt merely blinked at her for a moment before nodding in understanding. He had noticed her getting upset as she was trying to explain herself. "It's alright. I can see whatever this is, it's really affecting you. Just know, if you ever want to talk about it, I'm open to talk."
He could sense D.J.'s hesitance to reply and was about to say something when she beat him to it. "Thanks, Matt. But I don't really like to talk about it all that much." Dropping their eye contact, she turned her eyes to the floor to avoid him seeing the tears that were building up in the back of her eyes and were beginning to burn slightly. Gosh, will you stop crying so much.
Before Matt could try and say anything to make the situation better, the door opened with a little tinkle from the bell and an elderly man froze in the doorway. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were open. I could come back later on?"
D.J. straightened herself up, sniffling a little bit and swiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "We are open, just waiting for the first customer of the day. If you could come over here for a moment so we can get you all signed in."
The man pushed open the door and walked in, a dark Labrador following him in who couldn't have been older than four or five and plopped itself obediently at its owner's feet. "Okay, could I have your pets name please?"
The only thing she could see was darkness, her ears ringing. For a moment they continued to ring before it cleared up, allowing her to hear noise around her.
She focused harder, trying to make out the sounds. It sounded like a ventilation machine and a heart monitor. Moaning a little, she tried to move but found her body aching all over. After battling with herself for what felt like hours but was really moments.
She cracked her eyes open slightly before blinding white light caused her to shut them tightly.
Suddenly, a hand was gently placed onto her arm, "Come, Deej. You can do it. Can you please open your eyes?" The voice was soft and gentle, as if afraid any sudden movements would result in something horrible.
Trying again, this time she managed to open her eyes and squint at the face hovering above her.
"D.J…"
"D.J.?" That voice didn't come from the flashback, that was in reality. "Deej? You in there?"
Shaking her head, she refocused her eyes and saw Matt in front of her. "Yeah, I'm here. Off in my own world again. You needed me?" She directed the conversation away from her.
Matt, not being stupid, narrowed his eyes at the diversion of conversation but let it slide. "Someone's here and they're asking about the receptionist job. I told them they would need to speak to you."
"Oh right." D.J. suddenly remembered the ad that they had put in the local paper. For being a recently opened business, they had been surprisingly busy and were in desperate need of someone to sign people etc. so they could keep the flow people moving at a decent pace. "Where are they?"
"Out in the waiting room," Matt informed her before adding, "She looks a little nervous, just a heads up."
She threw over her shoulder as she made her way into the waiting room, "Isn't everyone?" Glancing around the medium sized room, she spotted a mother-son combo waiting with what looked to be a small animal and a man with a cat in a cage waiting to be called. She smiled at both of them before her eyes finally landed on a white-ish-blonde sitting in one of the plastic chairs, in her hand several slips of paper.
Deciding this must be the girl, she let an easy smile slip onto her face as she made her way over, her heals clicking along the floor. "Hi, are you here about the job position?"
The blonde startled a little before relaxing, although still on guard as she stood up, "Yes, I am." She handed forward her papers and D.J. flicked through them briefly. "Alright, if you could follow me," She glanced at the name at the top. "Miss Wright."
"Oh, sorry!" The blonde apologised, causing D.J. to look up at her – the woman was a good three inches taller than her. "I'm Emma, Emma Wright." It was then that D.J. noticed the slight accent in her voice, nothing much and you would have only noticed if you were listening carefully.
The pair made their way into the main office, allowing Emma to walk right in as D.J. closed the door behind her. Emma seemed to hover off to the side for a moment, unsure where she should go, so D.J. directed her. "Please take a seat, Ms. Wright."
Emma did so, placing her purse on the floor next to her neatly and folding her hands in her lap. When she looked back up and D.J., the latter couldn't help but silently gasp and stare for a moment. There is no way, it couldn't be…
Feeling uncomfortable under D.J.'s stare, Emma began to squirm uncomfortably. D.J. noticed this and stopped herself, pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind. She wouldn't think about that right now. "Sorry about that, you'll have to excuse me." Emma nodded in acknowledgement. "Alright, so I hope you don't mind, this is going to be a bit of an impromptu meeting." When D.J. saw Emma's eyes widen, she was quick to reassure her. "Don't worry, it's nothing too serious, just a little chat to see about yourself. I'm going to ask you some questions, okay?"
"Sure."
"So the first one is, a quick note, I'm going to confirm some things your application says, your full name is Emma Nicole Wright?" D.J. asked.
Emma nodded in response, "Yes."
"Mhm." She looked for some more information, "It says here your birthday is September 12th 1982 and you are originally from Northern London, England, correct?"
"Well, as far as I am aware, that is my birthday and I've lived in London since I was fifteen, I think." D.J. looked at Emma, asking if she was being serious or if she was joking with her attitude.
Emma saw this and decided to clear it up, "I'm not exactly sure when my birthday is because I can't remember. I, um, had an accident when I was younger which caused me to lose my memory. September 12th was the day I woke up in the hospital. They said they thought I was about fifteen or sixteen at the time so I just put down 1982. And I lived in London after the accident."
D.J. was starting to get lost in her own thoughts about her accident before she snapped herself out of it. "Oh, I'm sorry… Does that mean Emma isn't your real name?"
"No," she hesitated for a moment, deciding whether she should go on or not. "At least, I don't think it is. My… mother allowed me to choose a name after the accident and I guess I chose Emma Nicole. I don't know why though. Can we change the subject, please? I don't mean to sound rude, but I don't like talking about it."
"Of course," D.J. flicked her eyes back down to the application. "So, you've worked in several places and built some experience? Why would you like to work here, Miss Wright?"
"Well, I recently moved to San Francisco and while I work towards getting myself a full time job somewhere, I need to keep up money to rent my apartment." Emma glanced down at her hands which were beginning to shake slightly from nerves.
"Alright, well I believe that's everything for today." Emma's head snapped back up to D.J., a questioning look in her eyes. "Yes, that's all, for now at least. So what happens now is that we put our applicants through a one-day trail and eliminate from there, with one final interview at the end of it to make sure we pick the right person. We'll be in contact with you soon, Miss Wright."
Standing up, D.J. offered a hand and Emma took it, shaking it before picking up her purse. "Thank you for considering me." Emma said before she left the room.
Plopping back in her chair, D.J. sighed. There was no way that could have been her.
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