Fuck me. Robbie? And with a smile?
But I can’t fire Robbie. He’s good at his job.
I give him a miniscule smile. “It’s good to see you, too.” We shake hands. “I already reviewed the reports you sent. Everything looks good.”
He beams. “I’m happy to hear that. There’s something—”
“Oh my God! You’re finally here! I was dying waiting for you.”
A woman I’ve never seen before rushes toward us, her arms spread wide. She’s practically naked, her wild black mane flying around like some dark miasma as she comes on in a tottering, breast-quivering run on ridiculous stilettos. And is that a…fur bikini that she’s wearing?
Clearly, she’s in the wrong hospital. The Sterling Medical Center does not have a psychiatric ward.
I’m about to tell her so when she hugs me, her limbs wrapping me up like tentacles. “Nate! I missed you so much!”