She knew that feeling. Wasn't that why she was always working late herself? Because without the politics and the visitors, it was much easier to get work done.
"Would you shut the door please?" The late-night environmental staff had two associates down the hall that were buffing the floor, and the noise just seemed to get on Dr Nuttal's nerves. Walking around the office, she took a seat at her desk, and indicated the other chair with a nod of her head.
"I don't know whether it would be good for her, I don't know if her parents would let her go - or even be able to afford to let her go (although we can get around that one I think); and I don't know what will happen if the newspapers get hold of the fact that we put a potentially infectious patient on an international flight."
Her office was pinpoint neat, dark woods and natural fibers, with comfortable chairs surrounding a dark wood, simple table-like desk upon which her laptop rested. In front of thickly-curtained office window a long, comfortable leather couch rested.
Starting up her laptop, she pulled up Clara's files, started skimming the information and began pressing buttons. Across the room the printer began whirring as Dr Nuttal printed out paper after paper of information.
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Date: 2015-07-01 07:13 am (UTC)"Would you shut the door please?" The late-night environmental staff had two associates down the hall that were buffing the floor, and the noise just seemed to get on Dr Nuttal's nerves. Walking around the office, she took a seat at her desk, and indicated the other chair with a nod of her head.
"I don't know whether it would be good for her, I don't know if her parents would let her go - or even be able to afford to let her go (although we can get around that one I think); and I don't know what will happen if the newspapers get hold of the fact that we put a potentially infectious patient on an international flight."
Her office was pinpoint neat, dark woods and natural fibers, with comfortable chairs surrounding a dark wood, simple table-like desk upon which her laptop rested. In front of thickly-curtained office window a long, comfortable leather couch rested.
Starting up her laptop, she pulled up Clara's files, started skimming the information and began pressing buttons. Across the room the printer began whirring as Dr Nuttal printed out paper after paper of information.