Faasp Hospital by Thadd Evans Page B

staff, Ray Smith and Wenda Fong.
    Ray, a coworker with undergraduate and graduate degrees in Biomedical science, received his Masters in Computer Science from Delgi University. He worked for Sai Inc. for three years before Donald hired him. On every job project, he used Javla and Opop, object programming languages, to create and repair databases, 3-D images, video, and text. Because my boss brought him aboard several days after creating this company, Ray would know what our limitations were.
    Wenda, a woman with an undergraduate degree in Biology along with a Bachelors and Masters in Computer Science from Tolwa College, an Ahantech employee who worked at Optse Corporation for two years, knew a lot about Tana and Opop. She joined this firm a week after Ray did
    Much to my surprise, an attractive brunette from medical records, Val, handed me a slip of paper with a phone number on it. “If you would like to go out, call me.”
    I smiled. My phone rang. I told her the call was important and walked off.
    Wenda blurted, “Shit, this is a tough job. Ray agrees with me. I’ll call you soon, after both of us finish the project we’re working on.”
    I said that was fine.
     
    Hours later, after buying a cot, sleeping bag, portable closet, then putting them in my office, I sat at my desk. As my mind sped up, arranging priorities, I gulped down a takeout burger, and inspected on screen code. Pages scrolled. I shifted in my chair, frightened that this project would take a long time to finish. My phone rang.
    Wenda said, “Ray and I are swamped. Let’s talk later about Dr. Sanchez’s demands.”
    I flinched. “How about Monday?”
    She blurted, “I hope so.”
     
    Saturday morning, after laboring around the clock in my office for most of the week, sleeping a few hours every night on the cot, I returned to my apartment, and dialed Val.
    “Hi.”
    I paused, surprised by her self-assured tone. “How about coffee at Tenor’s.”
    “I’m looking forward to it.”
     
    Inside this coffee shop, Val, pretty because she had put on makeup, called out my name.
    I stared at her gorgeous figure, one accentuated by tight jeans, a form fitting blouse, and high heels, amazed that she would go out with me, a new employee.
    We sat, coffee in hand.
    She leaned forward, revealing more cleavage while the intoxicating smell of her perfume grew stronger. “I’m bossy and hard to get along with. I never date a man unless he makes one hundred dollars or more an hour.”
    I choked on my drink, shook up by her abrupt manner. “Really.”
    She applied gloss to her sensuous lips. “Yes. I don’t play games or waste time. It’s best to be upfront.”
    “What kind of music do you like?” Listening to her answer would give me enough time to collect my thoughts. What was the best way to end this horrible date?
    “The Mentos or Barbara Tell.”
    I didn’t care for either of them. “Do you like photography?”
    She leaned back, sunlight illuminating her beautiful turquoise eyes. “No.”
    I cringed. “Sorry, but I don’t think we have much in common.”
    She glared at me. “All right. If you change your mind, call me.”
    I nodded, rose, and walked away, glad Val hadn’t lectured me, saying any man who rejected her was a fool. Although looking at her made my heart pound with excitement, there was nothing to talk about.
     
    I entered my car, thinking about her comment, the one about changing my mind. However, if we went out again, both of us would discuss the weather, a boring topic.
    Down the street, Val strolled toward a car, the jeans accentuating this siren’s great ass.
    A man whistled at her. “Hey, baby.”
    I blinked, wondering if rejecting her offer was a good idea. In my imagination, she kissed me while fondling my hairy chest.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    Monday morning, after spending the entire night in my office, updating code, only sleeping a few hours, I sat next to Dr. Sanchez.
    Near the middle of a video, corneas