Chapter 18Rob
Rob assessed every detail in the place one more time and sighed. It was not what he'd envisioned when imagining his new clinic, but it would have to do for now. It was a small place, with two rooms plus bathroom and kitchen. The front room was the reception s***h waiting room, and the second one was the office. To make things even worse, it was located all the way at the back of the nine-story clinic his father had built for his former employers, right by the dumpsters and employee parking lot. He would have to add a map and detailed instructions to any flyer, and the most likely outcome was to send business to the competition.
Alejandra had been happy with it. She'd said: “A caballo regalado no se le miran los dientes,” which Rob hadn't understood. It was “horse something,
