The light drizzle that day mirrored the Chief of Staff's mood when she walked into Riverview Clinic the morning after a particularly bad night at the Outback. She nodded in habitual greeting to Phyllia and Xenia in turn on the way to her office.
Once inside, also by habit, Maranya booted up her computer terminal. While it came to life, she settled in her ergonomically designed cordovan leather chair. Then she swiveled to the side to fill her large coffee mug with WonderCoffee that her thoughtful assistant had set to brew when Xenia arrived earlier that morning.
She gave the now active brown flatscreen a cursory look while she sipped the potent brew. A sigh of relief escaped from between her lips when she noted the absence of flashing electronic alerts clamoring for her immediate attention.
Her gaze then fell on the neat pile of hardcopy mail on the center of her otherwise ruthlessly clean cherrywood desktop. With a soft, resigned sigh and shake of her head, she set the mug aside, and picked up the pile to sort through the mail. So much for the so called electronic age being a paperless one.
The majority of correspondence bore impressive letterheads from various pharmaceutical companies, medical organizations, and universities, standard fare for her. Those were set aside. She knew with pinpoint certainty that anything in those missives that would impinge on her organized chaos of a schedule was already added there by Xenia.
The last letter in the stack bore the handwritten words "Doctor Maranya" on the envelope. Her dark blond brow ticked upward in undisguised curiosity while she opened the envelope and removed the sheet from within to read.
Dear Doc,
I just wanted to say I'm sorry for the way I acted the other night. It was rude of me to presume that you weren't dealing, and unforgiveable the way I spoke to you. I refuse to use my pregnancy as an excuse for rudeness - I was out of line, and I apologise. I hope everything comes well for you.
My apologies, Amelia Ryan.
Maranya shook her head, and a smile crossed her lips. The simple apology letter from AJ sank in like salve to heal the raw spots of guilt that she felt after their confrontation in the Outback the night previous.
The Good Doctor approached the rest of her tasks that day with cheerful enthusiasm, her mood lightened dramatically by that thoughtful gesture.
Once inside, also by habit, Maranya booted up her computer terminal. While it came to life, she settled in her ergonomically designed cordovan leather chair. Then she swiveled to the side to fill her large coffee mug with WonderCoffee that her thoughtful assistant had set to brew when Xenia arrived earlier that morning.
She gave the now active brown flatscreen a cursory look while she sipped the potent brew. A sigh of relief escaped from between her lips when she noted the absence of flashing electronic alerts clamoring for her immediate attention.
Her gaze then fell on the neat pile of hardcopy mail on the center of her otherwise ruthlessly clean cherrywood desktop. With a soft, resigned sigh and shake of her head, she set the mug aside, and picked up the pile to sort through the mail. So much for the so called electronic age being a paperless one.
The majority of correspondence bore impressive letterheads from various pharmaceutical companies, medical organizations, and universities, standard fare for her. Those were set aside. She knew with pinpoint certainty that anything in those missives that would impinge on her organized chaos of a schedule was already added there by Xenia.
The last letter in the stack bore the handwritten words "Doctor Maranya" on the envelope. Her dark blond brow ticked upward in undisguised curiosity while she opened the envelope and removed the sheet from within to read.
Dear Doc,
I just wanted to say I'm sorry for the way I acted the other night. It was rude of me to presume that you weren't dealing, and unforgiveable the way I spoke to you. I refuse to use my pregnancy as an excuse for rudeness - I was out of line, and I apologise. I hope everything comes well for you.
My apologies, Amelia Ryan.
Maranya shook her head, and a smile crossed her lips. The simple apology letter from AJ sank in like salve to heal the raw spots of guilt that she felt after their confrontation in the Outback the night previous.
The Good Doctor approached the rest of her tasks that day with cheerful enthusiasm, her mood lightened dramatically by that thoughtful gesture.