Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
--"Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost--
A soft knock came to his office door. His hand paused in writing; he slid the paper he'd been scribbling on under another before peering up, eyes shifting to the doorway.
"Yes, come in."
He nodded to Rebecca as she entered, carrying a folder.
"Joe Cooler's medical file, as requested, Dr. Crane," she placed the dark brown folder on his desk.
"Thank you, Ms. Albright, now could you please go and check my appointments? After that you can go home early. Consider it my gift for the anniversary of you having worked here a month."
She nodded and turned to leave. He watched and when the soft click of the door met his ears, he raised his hand up and nimbly removed his glasses. He placed an elbow atop the desk and leaned forward, eyes never leaving the doorway.
"She's an interesting one, Jonny, so naïve. It's a pity that innocence has to go, hm?" He smirked viciously.