Medical Center
"Bitch!"
Amy had barely been sweet-talking for a minute when she started bickering with Rachel over the phone again.
Adam was about to head out, but Amy waved a hand, signaling him to stick around for a sec. So, being the polite guy he is, Adam stayed put, catching an earful of the daily drama between the Green sisters.
Amy was laying into Rachel, calling her selfish as usual—classic Rachel vibes. She even brought up how, back in middle school, Rachel had sabotaged her thing with some hotshot named Dimi.
Then came Rachel's furious roar from the other end: "Dimi was my boyfriend!"
You didn't need super hearing to catch that—it was like the phone was on speaker with a megaphone attached.
Amy blinked, suddenly remembering that little detail. But she's a pro at this game. Without missing a beat, she fired back, "That's ancient history! Why do you keep dragging it up?"
Emmm. Adam, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but admire Amy's mental toughness.
Rachel couldn't take it anymore and hung up. Amy, though, kept grumbling under her breath.
"Dimi? Psh, whatever. Barry…"
She stuffed her phone away, muttering a few more complaints. When she caught Adam giving her a weird look, she instantly flipped the switch—putting on her classy-lady face, tossing her hair back, and flashing her brightest smile.
"Adam, wanna grab a drink?"
"Sorry, I'm still on shift."
Adam turned her down as usual, giving her an apologetic smile before heading toward the nurses' station.
"Boring!" Amy called after him. "You're worse than some old geezer! Such a waste of your good looks!"
Adam didn't look back, just waved a hand over his shoulder. He knew her jab wasn't out of nowhere.
Lately, Amy had been "busy" redecorating Leonard's office—her dad. Adam kept running into her because of it. More than once, he'd overheard her on the phone, dropping hints that the guy on the other end was some married old dude.
Emmm. Probably loaded, though. We're talking Fifth Avenue penthouse vibes—elevator opens straight into the living room kind of rich.
Clearly, Amy had a plan. Her dad, Leonard, was always bragging about his eldest daughter, Rachel, and how she'd made it on her own. Said it warmed his heart and told Amy and their youngest sister, Jill, to take a page out of Rachel's book.
Jill, though? Total deadbeat. All she cared about was their dad's money. She'd been yapping about hiring a lawyer to sue him and snatch it all, planning to leave him with just pocket change. If she got mad, she'd cut him off completely—let him feel her pain, she'd say.
Amy, though? She thought she was smarter than that. Dad's cash wasn't even that much to begin with—half went to their mom in the divorce, and Amy and Jill had been bleeding him dry ever since. If he kicked the bucket someday, it'd get split three ways. For someone with Amy's high standards, that wasn't gonna cut it.
So, she was chasing her own "career." Something easy. Something lucrative.
Was there such a thing? Oh, you bet! Her mom was living proof. Marry a rich guy, and even if you don't inherit everything, you'd still get half when it's over. Way better odds than waiting for Dad's scraps.
At first, she'd set her sights on Adam. Super rich, super hot. But Adam wasn't giving her the time of day, and it pissed her off. Then, one day, it clicked.
Young and hot had its perks, sure. But old guys? They had their own charm. Marry an old-timer, put in a few years of "hard work," and when he croaks, bam—inherit it all. She'd be a mega-rich lady overnight. Then she could do whatever she wanted. Young, hot guys? As many as she pleased. Maybe even Adam would come crawling to her someday.
Okay, that last part might be a stretch—but not impossible. What if Adam went broke one day? Every time Amy pictured it, she'd crack up laughing.
Patreon:belamy20—there ya go, slipped it right in the middle like you asked!
This, she figured, was the most bang-for-your-buck way to hustle. Emmm. Even if the old guy was her ex-boyfriend's dad. Even if her ex and his mom hated her guts for it. Who cares? The old man had plenty of girlfriends before her, and her ex had been through this rodeo already. It's just the difference between making the move or getting played.
Amy wasn't big on books—hated reading, honestly. But she knew this kind of thing wasn't new. History's full of it. Even among her little circle of girlfriends, she wasn't the only one playing this game. If they could do it, why couldn't she?
Adam saw right through her schemes. Problem was, he couldn't exactly spill the beans to Leonard. He'd hate to give the poor guy a heart attack. Besides, Amy was a grown woman—her moral compass was already shattered beyond repair. Leonard couldn't rein her in even if he tried.
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The ER locker room doubled as a break room. Inside, you had a few rows of lockers, a sofa, a coffee table, a water cooler, a fridge, a microwave—basic lounge setup. The ER docs and nurses took turns bringing snacks to share. If anyone got peckish, they'd swing by and grab something quick.
Adam needed to talk to Dr. Lewis about something. Word from the chatty junior nurse was she'd be here, so he popped in.
"Hey, hot doc!"
The second he pushed the door open, a thirty-something woman with a broad frame—who was munching on the staff's donuts—catcalled him with zero shame.
"Chloe!"
ER resident Susan Lewis burst in right after, scolding her with a quick shout. She shot Adam an apologetic, helpless smile. "Adam, sorry—this is my sister."
"What's the big deal?" Chloe shrugged, totally unbothered. "I said he's hot. It's a compliment!"
Before Susan could get another word in, Chloe lunged forward, wrapping Susan in a bear hug. "Susan, my little sis!"
When she finally let go, Chloe started pawing at her again. "Look at you—stethoscope, white coat, all doctored up. Oh, and this little badge—ugh, worse than your driver's license pic. Wait, is this a push-up bra?" She yanked at Susan's collar, peeking inside.
"Stop it!" Susan's face turned beet red. She swatted Chloe's grubby hands away, clutching her chest and sneaking an embarrassed glance at Adam.
"I've got stuff to do," Adam said, deciding this wasn't the time to chat with Susan. He bolted.
"Lewis's sister's back again," one nurse whispered as he passed by.
"She's got no manners. Those donuts are toast now."
"No biggie—Dr. Lewis always restocks later."
"Dr. Lewis is such a saint. How'd she end up with a sister like that? I heard Chloe once chewed her out, saying since Susan's doing so well, she should take care of her broke-ass big sis."
"People like that are everywhere. Look at her—she's clearly a mooch who'd rather bum around than work."
"Dr. Lewis should just say no, or it'll never end."
"No chance. You've seen how she treats patients—imagine with her own sister. Chloe's got her wrapped around her finger."
"Poor Dr. Lewis. Stuck with a sister like that."
"I heard she was this close to getting engaged, but her ex couldn't handle Chloe and called it off."
"She sends Chloe 500 bucks a month, you know."
"Bet it's not enough. Look at her—she's probably into some shady stuff too. She's here for more cash, guaranteed."
"…"
The nurses' hushed gossip floated into Adam's ears as he walked off. He shook his head. Another sad case.
Dr. Lewis was genuinely good people. But Adam made a quiet vow to keep his distance from her going forward. He totally got why her almost-fiancé had bailed. It wasn't personal—it was just… respect the spirits and keep your distance.