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“Hi there…Mr. Moore,” she said.

“It’s Aaron. I’m your boss, I don’t bite,” I snapped.

“R-Right. Hi, Aaron. What do you need?” she asked.

I looked at the files that were there. “How are those files?”

“Fine. I’m just trying to work on those claims. I’m trying to get them billed and—”

“Good job. Keep doing that. I didn’t know if you were ignoring them or just filing paperwork,” I replied.

She awkwardly moved, looking at me and smiling. “I know what I’m doing with the medical paperwork. You need someone to handle the backlogged billing, right? I’m your girl."

I nodded. “Good. Get it done. I don't want to have to watch over you."

As I walked away, McKenzie looked at me, scoffing. “I’m not a child, Aaron.”

I turned to her, flashing a little grin. “Trust me, McKenzie. I know that you’re not.”

I walked away. The blush I saw out of the corner of my eye that McKenzie had was adorable. In a way, it made my heart feel warm and fuzzy.

I shook my head. I didn’t do romance, especially not a work-related romance with my daughter’s best friend. Plus, I needed to ensure that everything was run as best as possible.

I returned to my office, handling a couple of the budgeting problems. But that didn’t stop the lingering thoughts from rising, especially the ones surrounding McKenzie, those thoughts about her delicious body and what I wanted to do to her.

I couldn’t act on them. The last thing I wanted to do was to push those boundaries. But the temptation resided there, begging for me to act. But, if I did, it would impact both of us.

You know what they say, pick and choose your battles accordingly.

I went back to the budgeting, pursing my lips as I looked at the current state of things. This wasn’t good.

Our current budget was in the shitter, which was putting it nicely. But currently, our accounts are not correctly updated, and we needed the filing done.

I took care of the brunt of it, but I usually had someone else on the team take care of it for a lot of it. The problem with this, though, was them using their time with both the calls and the current filing.

So, I had to solve this filing problem.

Over the next couple of days, I monitored where the filing and billing were done.

There were a few down in the cardiac ward and some in the maternity ward, but there was such a shortage of administrative personnel it would take everyone, or one person, to handle all of this.

Could I get the help from McKenzie?

It seemed like a better move than leaving her on the phone.

I got up, stretched my body, and looked around the hospital, observing how people worked and helped patients. Then, I noticed as three days passed, I got similar complaints from everyone on the geriatric ward floor.

“Your new receptionist is too slow with the calls.”

“She doesn’t take them fast enough! I feel like I have to hold all the time!”

“The service is great! I love Dr. Bachor, but that receptionist…she’s so new it’s frustrating. And she forgets paperwork.”

The complaints I got from the patients sounded the same. And unfortunately, they kept piling up.

I didn’t want to get rid of McKenzie. She seemed capable, but maybe this was too overwhelming.

I looked at her space. It was the cleanest of all of them. She also did the most medical billing, but the phones had messages upon messages, and I noticed she had voicemails that weren’t being answered in due time.

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