89. Snow

Genre: Paranormal romance, drama

Type: Series

Characters: Tamsyn

Prompt: 67. Snow

Word Count:  790+

Warning:  coarse language

Rating:  M- (coarse language, adult situations, nudity. N.B-Applies to the whole series)

Summary: And so it begins...Tamsyn returns home.

67. Snow

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Bridgeport, present day...

For the interview, Tamsyn settled on the black wig. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror; the green contact lenses went well with her hair color. The heavy, two-piece suit, instantly transformed her into the perfect filing clerk.

At 07:00 am sharp she left her apartment. The security guard at the front desk did a double take, and let out a low appreciative whistle when she stepped out of the lift. Clearly, something about the school Ma’am look drove him wild with desire.

Normally she would have found his behavior rude and irksome, but not this morning. Her makeover had turned out better than she’d hoped.

“Damn, Ms. Sasha, you look mighty fine,” the guard added, his catcalls had not conveyed his excitement well enough.

“Thank you, Thomas. I’m off to an interview. Do I look okay?” She asked, shyly cocking her dark head to the side.


“You look perfect. You remind me of my first crush, Ms. Gates. She was my kindergarten teacher,” Thomas enthused.

“Thank you,” Tamsyn smiled shyly before making her escape.

Outside, she saw it had begun to snow, but it was so light, the flurry snowflakes melted as soon as they touched the ground. Her hands shook as she tried to insert the car key on her door; it made a soft jangling sound as it hit the icy ground.

As she reached down to pick it up, a memory from her former life hit her hard. Once again she was reminded of Devon; this was his favorite time of year. She hated feeling cold, but for him she’d stuck it out, because it had made him so happy when they’d spend hours in the blistering cold, oblivious to the snow, building snowmen, and making snow angels.

She quickly shook off the feelings of nostalgia and forcefully put a lid on her emotions. Thinking about things long gone was a waste of time. She had to focus on the important things, the here and now…

By 07:30am she was waiting in the lobby of the administrative wing at Bridgeport’s medical Centre. Entering the building had been simple enough. Besides the visitor’s register she’d had to fill out at the front desk, security was a little lax. But she suspected other parts of the hospital would be much more secure.

At 7:59am, Mrs. Reynolds, her soon to be boss, invited her into her office. Her résumé was discussed at length, her background was probed, boring questions about her strengths and weakness were asked, and she did her best to paint a balanced picture of herself. But the question about ethics threw her off, and it took her a while to formulate a response.

Ethics? She had none. Her very presence there was proof enough.

She opened her mouth a few times, and closed it abruptly, suddenly at a loss for words. She should have expected this, after all this department dealt with records and the patients’ information had to be protected at all times. Patient confidentiality should be first and foremost. And she told Mrs. Reynolds just that; the old bat was mighty pleased with her answer.

“I’m glad we are on the same page.” Mrs. Reynolds quickly explained what her job would entail; she’d be in charge of capturing patient information on the hospital’s database, specifically admissions and discharges, and making sure the files were always kept in order.

The records department was the heart of the hospital; it held a wealth of information for all the different units, every patient’s details were at their fingertips. Tamsyn liked the idea of having so much information literally at her fingertips. She liked it very much.

“When can you start?” Mrs. Reynolds closed the interview with the words Tamsyn had been dying to hear since she walked into the cramped office.

“Right now,” Tamsyn replied, and the old crone laughed, showing her perfect pearly whites.

“I love your enthusiasm,” she answered, pushing a stack of forms towards her.

Tamsyn spent almost an hour filling out the employment forms. Once or twice she made silly mistakes and filled out her real details instead of Sasha Nielsen’s, and Mrs. Reynolds gave her strange looks when she asked for a new set of forms.

When she was done she shook hands with the elderly lady, and promised to report for duty bright and early the next morning.

Tamsyn’s meeting with Samantha Moore at the agency was as tedious and boring as the one she’d had earlier with Mrs. Reynolds. Stacks of paperwork had to be completed and she only made it home just after 2pm.

By then, she was a tired, frazzled up mess. She took a long bath, climbed into bed, and fell into a deep peaceful sleep.

For the hundredth time since she learned of the news of Devon and Eloise’ pregnancy, she dreamt about her baby, Chad …It wouldn’t be long now before they met…Not long at all. Everything was starting to fall into place…

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