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I was not expecting to see Emily’s father here. And I also noticed one strange thing too.

Maybe it’s because I wasn’t a teenager anymore, but Aaron got hot. He was still pretty attractive, and I noticed he didn’t have a ring on his finger.

He had a full head of hair that didn’t look like a transplant, black glasses that dotted his eyes which I’m sure were mostly for show, and the pressed suit that he wore made him look almost…powerful.

I knew I should’ve put two and two together when I walked into a hospital called Moore hospital, but to think, in the time I hadn’t spoken to Emily, her dad got really hot.

I shook my head. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about Aaron. Sure, he was Emily’s father and divorced, but also, he was supposed to be my boss.

But that didn’t stop the thoughts from coming in. The rest of my shift, I was distracted, thinking about the attractive Aaron Moore, what he might be doing now, and also, how we could talk about the past once again.

Chapter 2: Aaron

McKenziewasthelastperson I expected to see at the reception desk.

HR usually handled the hiring of receptionists. It wasn’t like doctors or anyone else in the healthcare field. I dealt with those personally, and I made sure that they were fit for the job. But a receptionist? I just had the HR ladies choose someone who could do the job and handle administrative tasks.

I entered my office, closed the door, and sat at my desk. I grabbed the picture frame, the last photo of Emily, her mother, and myself. Before…everything happened.

It’d been years since I last saw McKenzie. Hell, back when she was staying the night with Emily, they were both seniors in high school. She was a friendly kid then. But now? She wasn’t a kid but a full-grown woman who was quite pretty.

Her brown hair looked full of life and cute with that short coif. Her blue eyes were a deep blue, almost one you could get lost in. In a way, she was innocent, sweet, and quite lovely.

“Why are you having these thoughts, Aaron? That’s Emily’s best friend. Your daughter,” I muttered to myself.

But McKenzie wasn’t a teenager, an awkward one that liked to gossip about makeup and other stuff with Emily. Instead, she was an adult in her twenties.

In a way, it was like seeing a completely different person. It’d been what, five years at least since I saw her? Well, she finished college.

Emily moved out during her freshman year of college, and with that came the time McKenzie would be there. But, then again, it was like Emily moved out long beforehand with everything that occurred.

My gut wrenched thinking about it, my heart churning like it had some kind of lousy memory sitting there, festering like an open wound.

“Don’t think about that, Aaron. You can’t let the past hold you back,” I admonished myself. The past was just that—the past. I didn’t have the time or energy to worry about that right now.

I grabbed my laptop, opened it up, and checked the statistics.

“Of course, the hospitals’ filings are low,” I muttered to myself.

That was part of the reason why I hired another receptionist. But unfortunately, the current filing was at a piss-poor level. I did have a few people who could run the phones, but the backend parts of it were still a significant problem.

I ended up taking care of most of it. They included coding and sending out the amounts to insurance to get claims approved. I also needed people to scrub the claims to make sure they were clean when it was time to send them to billing.

Those were on the downturn. But nevertheless, we had plenty of success with treatments from the doctors that we had. In fact, we had some of the best professionals in the area.

But I didn't have much support regarding the actual administrative side of things.

“Maybe I could get McKenzie to help,” I muttered.

I mean, she was right there. She did have a few files, but there were a lot of issues with having her just on that kind of work. For one, the phones still had to be manned. And two, there was also the problem that she might mess things up. So, I’d have to at least ask her about it.

The next day, I went over to the reception desk once again. Again, McKenzie worked there, looking at me.

She was so cute.

I shook my head, dismissing those thoughts. McKenzie might be cute, but she was still Emily’s best friend. I knew I’d be in deep shit if I even made one move on her. Still, I couldn’t help but notice my eyes linger.

“Hey there, McKenzie,” I said.

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