After Hours

2- Fed up

"Step away from the door Brayden." she demanded, refusing to look at him.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't even know... even if I did, I wouldn't tell you." she sighed. She didn't want to leave, she was hungry and tired as it was, and didn't expect to see what she did when she got home. All she knew was that she couldn't stay and needed to go somewhere to clear her head. She finally got him to move out of her way, and left.

After an hour of driving around, and thinking about things, she lost her appetite, was tired, and fought to keep her eyes open. Not knowing where to go, and not wanting to pay for an entire night's stay at a hotel, she drove to her work, and decided to crash in one of the rooms.

She walked in, went to a room closer to her office, and laid down.

The next morning, Doctor Jones walked into the building with a pad of paper, and pen in hand, and drew a layout of the building. Starting in the front of the building, he began writing down everything he noticed that needed to be changed, and updated. He then went from room to room, and on the last door he opened, he was shocked to see Victoria hunched up into a ball, asleep on the examining table. He stood in the doorway, and not wanting to scare her, he cleared his throat, and waited for her to open her eyes.

Victoria felt a cold draft, and hunched herself up tighter, but the moment she heard someone clear their throat, her eyes opened, and rolled them over to the door. Her stomach instantly dropped the moment she saw it was the new doctor, and groaned "Crap, what time is it?"

He raised his arm, and looked at his watch "It's a little after six in the morning... may I ask why you're here, and in this room sleeping?"

"I don't want to talk about it, especially with you." she says, sitting up, and spinning her legs over the exam table. She looked away from him, and sighed "Better question, what are you doing here this early." she snarled softly. She was embarrassed, and the last thing she wanted was to get caught sleeping in the office, especially by him.

He laughed, and bit down on his bottom lip, studying her, and trying to figure her out. The more he looked at her, and saw she was still in the same clothes as the day before, he wondered if she was homeless, and decided to give her a little break. "I own the place, remember?"

"I do." Not wanting to talk to him any longer, and needed to find a place to get ready, she slid off the table, grabbed her bag off the chair, and tried leaving the room. He reached his arm out, stopping her "Are you homeless?" he asked, looking at her concerned.

"No... now will you let me leave so I can find somewhere to get ready?"

He lowered his arm, allowing her to walk out of the room. Without looking at him, she hurried past him, and headed to the restroom to get ready, locking the door behind her. She quickly cleaned herself up, got ready, then sat on the floor for a bit, thinking. As she opened the door, she peeked her head out, and looked both ways, making sure he wasn't around. When she didn't see him, she rushed to the back office, upon opening the door, and entering, she screamed when she saw someone sitting in her chair.

He cringed, and spun the chair around "What the hell are you screaming about?" he asked, covering his ears.

"You scared this shit out of me, that's why... what the hell are you doing in here anyway?"

"I came in here to see how far you two had gotten on the billing and filing, looks to me not much got done yesterday, why?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

She walked in further, and furrowed her eyebrows at him. She felt she worked her ass off, stayed even later than normal, and did as much billing as she could. She was in no mood to be questioned, and placed her hands on her hips while staring him in the eyes "For your information, a lot got done yesterday, if you think it's that easy... then you fucking do it."