Chloe's POV
I had no idea what Danny's frantic face was supposed to mean, and frankly, I didn't care.
Demonstration over. Time to pack up and head out.
The doctors stood there like statues, their mouths half-open, staring at me like I was some extinct prehistoric predator.
Dean Fabian, his bald head gleaming under the fluorecents, scrambled forward so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet. "Are you interested in a position here? Salary, title—hell, I'll give you a private lab. You name the terms."
I reached up and pulled my messy hair back into a tie, my rejection coming out sharp and clean. "Not interested. I hate mornings."
"You can work the afternoon shift! Or just consult remotely!" Fabian's enthusiasm was loud enough to bring the roof down.
He had completely forgotten he was
