A few weeks later, Amalie had finished tending to all the sniffles, strained ankles, and annual physicals for the day. A skeleton crew stayed on staff overnight in case of emergencies. Amalie hung up her lab coat, waved bye to Maddie, and left the IAS doctor’s office.
But instead of taking the lift to the first floor, Amalie rode to the top. She walked down the hallway of counselor offices until Perez’s door stood open before her.
“Come in,” Perez said, collapsing the last document of the day, something about school funding from the look of it.
Amalie took a seat, and the door closed.
“Lock the door, please,” Perez said as she cleaned the paper off her desk and collapsed the holographic documents.
“Mind if I…” Amalie motioned to her throbbing feet.
“Please make yourself comfortable,”
