“I’m not leaving until everyone in this building knows what you’re doing,” Seth shouted, pointing his right index finger straight at my face.

He turned toward the waiting area, throwing his arms wide in front of the startled patients.

“She’s taking my money and hiding it in the clinic software!” he yelled, his voice carrying straight down the back hallway.

The double doors behind operatory two opened, and Dr.

Bennett stepped into the waiting room holding a laminated patient chart.

She pulled her blue surgical mask down under her chin and looked at Seth’s muddy work boots before meeting his eyes.

“Mr.