So close!

The pounding of my beating heart is almost enough to drown out the noise of this evening. As planned, I decided to stay late tonight in hopes of breaking into Corrigan’s office. My hand was turning the door handle to his office when I heard the lock click on the outside door of the clinic. I bolted towards the kitchen, grabbing a random folder off of the receptionist’s desk. Unbeknownst to me, Corrigan’s trip was cut short; he came storming into the office a little after 10 o’clock talking loudly on his cell phone.

I managed to catch the first few sentences that drug up from his mouth as he stepped over the office threshold:

“ … decide up or down? More like across. You don’t understand, he’s not behaving in the normal patterns. I can’t control Chr…”

His eye caught sight of me and I quickly feigned an oblivious surprise before burying my face in the file as if I was more interested in my work and my coffee making than his conversation. Tipping his head in acknowledgement, he entered his office and shut the door without a word to me or to his guest on the other end of the phone line.

As I walked back past his office towards mine, I fruitlessly strained to hear any ounce of conversation. I stayed for another hour or so until I was convinced that Corrigan would be in the office all night.

Dammit.