“My administrative work has never slipped.”

“It’s not just your work,” Dr.

Bennett said, turning to face me in the open doorway.

“If your ex-fiancé brings family fights into this lobby, our patients will notice and our staff will be distracted.”

“I’ve already had my apartment locks changed,” I said.

“He has no access to my schedule or my phone.”

Dr.

Bennett looked at me closely and told me that Monday morning would decide my future here.