Touch Me, Please

Patricia's POV

We walked out of his office together, after I cajoled him into letting me select the nurses I wanted fired. Is this what power felt like? I mean, power that wasn't directly mine?

We came out to the reception where patients were flocking in and out. The same set of nurses, about three of them, weren't so hard to spot.

They stood by a corner, chattering away like no man's business, of course they were still gossiping. I remembered how I was rudely dismissed and it made me upset again.

Arthur traced my eyes to see where I was staring at and nodded his head in understanding.

"It's them, right?"

"All three of them."

"Very well. Look at what you've turned me into, Patricia. Study and take notes." Then he beckoned them to come over to where we stood, which they did.

They didn't even spare me a glance or acknowledge my presence. I just smiled.

"Yes Sir! Yes doctor Arthur!" They chirped away happily.