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Keely Williams life hangs in the balance and only a ten year secret can save her. |
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The building directory was constantly changing. There were a few offices that had been there for years, Spencer and Young Cardiothoracic Specialists being one of them. New ones were a constant though. The building manager was changing names out on a regular basis. The name he slid in today gave Crissa Young reason to pause. Dr. Brian Williams, OB/GYN. It was odd, seeing that name. She hadn’t thought of Brian in years. Not since he had transferred to some hoity toity place in New York. Amanda Jamison had gone with him. Of course, she had been pregnant with his child at the time, so it hadn’t been much of a surprise to see her go. “Marcus is going to love this,” she murmurs as she walks the mere four feet to the elevator. Her black pointy toed Jimmy Choo’s click on the white and gold marble floor. This building had been their first fight as partners. George had wanted some quaint little office by the waterfront. Or one of them pre-fabricated spaces the hospital offered. She had wanted to make a statement. Spencer and Young Cardiothoracic Specialists wasn’t going to be a cookie cutter facility. They were going to make a name for themselves. To make a name, one had to give the presence of success. This building did just that. She had won that argument the way she usually won all their arguments: threatening to spill to their patients his college syph-boy story. Worked every time. The office was empty when she enters, except for their oh so somber receptionist. Ironically, it had been Marcus to find Rose. The almost sixty retired nurse made the perfect addition to their little “family”, as Marcus liked to call it. She was constantly reminding him that they were employees, not family, not friends. “Is Dr. Spencer in yet?” Rose looks up from the paperwork she is filing. “He’s in his office, I believe.” Her was as efficient in her speech as she was in her work skills. She doesn’t wait for Crissa to say thank you, she knew that wouldn’t be coming. She simply went back to her filing. Marcus was indeed in his office, sitting behind his desk, fingers steepled, deep in thought. “You seen the directory, right? That’s what you’re going to tell me. That you seen William’s name on the directory.” He looks up at her, his blue eyes intense. Crissa nods, setting her brief case by the door before collapsing in one of the burgundy and navy striped wing back chairs that flanked his desk. His office had a homey feel to it. Nothing like her black and white sterile one across the hall. “Yes. Did you know?” She crosses her legs, smoothing the slim black skirt of her suit. He shakes his head, a lock of hair falling onto his forehead. Didn’t matter how old he got, he still had a boyish charm about him. Even dressed up in a $3,000 suit, sitting behind a desk that would cost most people a year’s wages. “No. Not till this morning. Caught Rupert as he was changing out the directory. Guess that pediatrician couldn’t hack it.” “They never do,” Crissa says smoothly. She drums her French tipped finger nails on the brocade upholstry. “Why do think he came back?” Marcus shrugs. “Who knows. Heard him and Amanda got divorced a few years ago. Maybe he got tired of being in her shadow. Wants to make a name for himself.” At least that was what he was hoping. When he had first seen Brian’s name he had almost panicked, thinking he knew. Then, he had shaken the thought off. Brian had left long before. There was no way for him to know. “Sure. That makes sense. Have you called her yet? Given her fair warning?” Her being Jen. They had to warn Jen. “I tried. Kept getting voice mail. She’s probably in surgery.” He scrubs his hands down his face. This wasn’t going to be easy. Telling Jen that Brian was back. She would take it well, put on a show that she was fine, all the while breaking apart and panicking inside. Crissa nods. Jen had a habit of scheduling things as early as possible. “What about Kimberly? Does she know?” Kimberly had been the only one of them to try to keep in touch with Brian. If emails once a year was keeping in touch. “Yeah, that’s the thing I don’t get. She knew. The least she could have done was warn everybody that the evil one was back.” He didn’t’ really think Brian was evil, he felt indifference where the other man was concerned. “So, she knew then.” Crissa frowns. It wasn’t like Kimberly to keep things from her. While she was sure Kim had had her reason’s it still bothered her. Given the circumstances, they should have all known. “Yeah. She knew. Said Brian called her last night. Their suppose to meet for lunch,” he says dryly. It was just lunch, he knew that. Kimberly was happy being Mrs. Dr. Montoya. Her eyes never wandered. Still. Lunch with Brian? It didn’t sit right with him. Crissa shakes her head. There was nothing they could do. Aside from giving Jen fair warning. “Try Jen again,” she suggests as she stands. Smoothing her skirt down over her knees, she reaches for the brief case she had set down. Marcus nods, reaching for the phone on his desk. She doesn’t stay to find out if he was able to get through this time. She needed to call Kimberly. Find out what the hell was going on. |
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