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  After a few minutes of poking around, Molly started to realize just how tired she was. She stifled a yawn, then, remembering there was no one there, let it out, stretching dramatically with it. She wandered back upstairs and into her room, not bothering to get anything out of the car. She stripped her jeans off and climbed into the bed in her t-shirt and panties and found that she was surprised with how quickly she felt sleep overtaking her.

  * * *

  Once he arrived at work, Andrew checked his schedule to see what he had going on that day. Besides his usual scattering of appointments, today he was being visited by the drug rep that Samantha had noted had called the other day.

  His day started smoothly, and after his first appointment, Andrew returned to his office. The Questru rep was already seated, and he got up to greet the doctor as he entered. The rep was about the same age as Andrew, and his starched white shirt contrasted with his tawny olive-colored skin. His dark hair was carefully slicked back. He smiled a huge saccharin smile at the doctor, extending his hand.

  “Andrew! Nice to meet you! I’m Marcel.”

  Andrew shook his hand. “Welcome, have a seat,” he said, forcing himself to smile back. Marcel sat back down and Andrew walked around to his desk and took a seat, too. Marcel leaned forward, his face a perfect, overly friendly mask.

  “Andrew, I visited some of the pharmacies in your neighborhood before coming over here this morning to talk about what’s been being prescribed around here and I was really surprised to find out that almost no one in your area is getting any Mialis, so I decided to come talk to a few docs and let you guys know just how great a drug it is.”

  Andrew slumped in his seat, feeling uncomfortable. A meeting with a pharmaceutical representative was always about trying to get Andrew and other local doctors to prescribe a particular product, usually one brand over a competitor’s, and it was always a sales pitch. Andrew did his prescribing based on what was best for his patients’ needs, would show the fewest side effects, and was as affordable to his patients as possible. But Marcel was right: Andrew didn’t prescribe Mialis.

  It wasn’t just that he didn’t do it often, he didn’t do it at all. It was a new drug that had just come onto the market. It wasn’t available in a generic form at all, but it also was an entirely unnecessary drug, in Andrew’s opinion. It was a stimulant that was created for the purposes of helping to promote proper sleep cycles in people who did shift work or suffered from chronic fatigue, but it was becoming very popular to prescribe off-label for weight loss, at which it was very effective.

  At the last conference Andrew had attended a few months ago, he had learned about the problems with the drug: it had been rushed to market without enough testing, and had a high risk of cardiovascular side effects, plus it was highly habit-forming. As such, Andrew hadn’t written a single prescription for it.

  He cleared his throat, feeling a little awkward. “I’m actually fairly familiar with Mialis already,” he told Marcel. Marcel’s expression didn’t change at all. It remained plastered on.

  “Excellent! So you know about its two uses, both of which are very helpful to the modern patient, right?”

  “Yes,” Andrew told him. “I know that it’s designed to promote wakefulness and alertness and that it is used off-label as a diet pill.” Andrew couldn’t help but have contempt in his voice as he said that. He didn’t want his patients taking unnecessary medicine to begin with, and really encouraged those who were at unhealthy weights to change their eating habits and start exercising more. When a case was serious enough, he had recommended a patient for gastric bypass, but he had never written a prescription for weight-loss drugs. Maybe he was old-fashioned, but it just didn’t seem worth the risks.

  Marcel’s face changed, looking disappointed by Andrew’s tone. “You say that like it’s a bad thing! Since you’re a doctor, you must know how much of a problem obesity is for the modern American. It’s not just a cosmetic problem, it’s a serious health issue. We have a medication here that can help to treat this in patients; what’s not to love about that?”

  Andrew tried to be as careful with his wording as possible. “I’d consider prescribing Mialis in a few years, after it’s had more research and documentation on the long-term effects. I personally prefer not to write scripts for drugs that are brand new and haven’t gone through as rigorous of testing yet.”

  Marcel looked like he was trying to put his smiling face back on, but was having trouble doing so. “Mialis is well-tested, Andrew! It’s fully FDA approved. You don’t get that approval without doing all the proper testing.”

  Andrew had no comment that wasn’t sarcastic. Of course he fully supported the FDA, but Marcel’s wording implied that their seal of approval meant that nothing could go wrong, and the stats that he had seen at his conference suggested otherwise to him.

  “It’s been FDA approved to promote wakefulness in patients. Its use as a weight-loss drug is currently untested, as far as I understand.”

  “Andrew, lots of wonderful drugs get used off label. As long as you’re following the dosing guide, it doesn’t matter what it’s being prescribed for. Here, you can take a look at our pamphlet about how to prescribe Mialis for weight loss.” He handed Andrew a booklet with a picture of two happy, smiling, very fit people walking in a park on the cover.

  Andrew began to flip through it as Marcel talked. “As word spreads about Mialis and what it can do, we know that patients are going to be coming in to request it by name. It’s a real booster for your practice, too, because once you prescribe Mialis, patients need monthly checkups to make sure that they’re getting the results that they want from it…”

  “And to screen them for heart conditions?” Andrew interrupted, his tone becoming less controlled.

  “Of course any drug has risks associated with it,” was all Marcel replied. He stood up. “I’ll leave that pamphlet with you, and a few other materials.” He reached into his bag and pulled out some more drug-related literature, which he handed to Andrew. “I’ll be back through in a couple of weeks to see if you have any more questions for me. Thanks so much for your time.”

  He offered his hand to Andrew, who shook it as a matter of courtesy. Andrew got up and showed him to the door. After Marcel left, Andrew took a few moments to look over the papers that he’d been given. The dosing guide included information for prescribing Mialis for weight loss for patients as young as fourteen. Andrew crumpled the booklet and tossed it into the trash.

  * * *

  The next day, Andrew brought Molly into the office to show her around and introduce her to Rebecca and Samantha, who had both agreed to come in on a Sunday to get to know her. Both ladies seemed to be pretty accepting of what Andrew had decided to do, but Rebecca’s motherly instincts made her take to Molly particularly quickly. Andrew could tell that Sam found the situation a little weird, but at the same time, she was happy for the help.

  Molly had showed up to leave for work wearing a crumpled-looking navy blue skirt, which Andrew had guessed was the bottom half of her airline uniform, and a plain white t-shirt. She had paired them with her ballet flats again. Not sure what to do about this, he hadn’t said anything. But now, in the office, while Samantha was showing Molly how the appointment scheduling system worked, he pulled Rebecca aside and sought out her advice.

  “Rebecca, what do you think I should do about Molly’s clothes?” he asked. “I don’t think that she actually owns anything professional-looking and if she’s going to be in the reception area, she needs to look good.”

  Rebecca furrowed her brow. “Don’t tell her that she doesn’t look good enough to be seen, that’s for sure,” she said. “She’s really just a young girl, Dr. Harrington. She’s clearly sensitive. Want me to take care of it for you?” she asked.

  Andrew agreed wholeheartedly, so Rebecca popped her head into the reception area where Molly and Samantha were working.

  “Molly, honey, what size do you wear?” she asked. Molly looked confused.

  “Like, for clothes?” she asked. Rebecca and Andrew both laughed, although Sam kind of shook her head at this comment.

  “Yes, sweetie. What’s your shirt size, dress size, and pants size?” she asked.

  “And shoe size,” Andrew added definitively from across the room.

  “And your shoe size too, I suppose,” repeated Rebecca.

  “Well,” Molly said. “I wear a size eight for dresses and jeans usually. Sometimes for pants it can be hard to find things that fit my butt.”

  She blushed a little as she said that, but Andrew smiled. Molly’s butt wasn’t big, but it was round and high, and in his opinion, magnificent.

  “I guess for shirts I need a medium, and my shoe size is seven and a half. Why do you ask?” she inquired, sounding a little concerned.

  “I wanted to get you something to welcome you to the practice,” Rebecca explained, “and since you won’t be wearing scrubs because you’re in the front office, I figured I’d start you off with some business outfits. A young girl like you probably doesn’t have a huge professional wardrobe yet, so I thought I’d help you out.”

  Andrew thought that she had handled it well, and Molly smiled shyly at the news. When Molly looked back to the screen, Andrew mouthed his thanks to Rebecca silently as she slipped out to go over to the nearby mall.

  Andrew didn’t have much to actually do, since most of the teaching had to be done by Samantha and it hadn’t taken him long to give Molly the tour of the office and its facilities, so her returned to his private office where he opened up the word processor on his computer and started drafting a list of rules for Molly.

  Molly had suggested that Andrew could pay her less in exchange for her room and board, but Andrew felt uncomfortable with that idea. He wanted to pay her a fair wage and let her start saving up some money, plus he assumed that she had at least a few debts that she needed to pay off. It didn’t really cause him any problems to have her in the house, so he had decided instead that she would get to live there free of rent as long as she helped out. Now, he had to decide exactly what that meant.

  He typed some notes about some chores that he wanted her to help with. He also decided that it was going to be her job to make dinner at least a few nights a week. He didn’t want to ask her to do it all the time, in case it turned out she was bad at it. That would be uncomfortable for everyone.

  He decided against adding rules like a curfew or bedtime, at least for now. He did want to see Molly manage herself like an adult, although he knew that Rebecca had been right about Molly’s ‘little girl side.’

  When he had gotten home last night, he had found her tucked up in bed with the teddy bear that Rebecca had left for her snuggled close to her chest and the most innocent expression in the world on her face. He was going to have to find a balance of looking after her and making her feel safe and secure and giving her the freedom to do what she wanted, no matter how much he wanted to just protect her.

  He decided not to give her the rules while they were at the office, figuring that could be a bit awkward, so he printed them out and tucked the paper away for later. He then moved on to reading a journal that had arrived in the mail. Before too long, he heard Rebecca come through the front door and went to greet her. In the waiting room, he noticed a small, clear plastic container full of brochures that he didn’t recognize. Frowning, he picked one of them up. It was a patient information leaflet about Mialis.

  “Where did this come from?” he asked Rebecca, his face feeling hot with anger.

  “That rep who came over the other day left them, Dr. Harrington,” she said.

  “Did he ask you if he could leave them?” Andrew asked, his displeasure showing in his voice.

  “No, he just set them up. I didn’t think he would do so if you hadn’t told him it was alright. It was after you finished your meeting.”

  Andrew shook his head with disbelief. Marcel had just traipsed into his waiting room and left these pamphlets without even checking with his nurse. What a weasel. “Samantha,” Andrew said, aware that his voice sounded snappy. Samantha looked up from what she was doing with Molly.

  “Yes, Dr. Andrew?” she answered.

  “He didn’t ask you about these pamphlets either, did he?”

  Samantha shook her head. “Nope, I didn’t even notice him doing it. Sorry.”

  Molly piped up, adding her two cents: “He didn’t ask me, either!” Andrew glanced at her sideways.

  “Right, because you weren’t here at the time,” he said, unamused.

  Molly frowned and got back to what she was doing.

  Andrew threw the booklets and their container directly into the trash. “From now on, I don’t want anyone leaving anything in the waiting room unless I specifically tell them that they can, do you all understand?”

  All three of Andrew’s employees nodded.

  “Keep an eye out when there are reps here and make sure no one leaves anything. Some of these reps are sneaky, and not all of them are peddling drugs that I want our patients asking for. I won’t have it in my practice!” He raised his voice a little, and he heard his own words echoing a little in the waiting room. He hadn’t meant to be so dramatic.

  Everyone affirmed him, and Andrew settled down and asked Rebecca how her shopping trip had been, trying to break the tension that his moment of anger had created in the room. Andrew ran a tight office, and Rebecca and Samantha would both describe him as strict, although neither of them had ever really gotten on his bad side. He saw Molly, though, unfamiliar with his temperament, looking worried, twisting her dark hair around her finger nervously.

  * * *

  Molly felt uncomfortable hearing her new boss’s tone, but she looked to Samantha to see how to act. Sam didn’t seem bothered by Andrew’s outburst, so she decided to play it cool. Andrew and Rebecca went into his office together along with a handful of shopping bags that Rebecca had come in with. While they were gone, she turned to Sam.

  “What was he upset about, exactly?” she asked. Sam pushed back from the computer and stretched.

  “Dr. Andrew is a really excellent doctor,” she explained. “He’s so good because he keeps up on the latest things in medical science, and because he truly cares about all his patients. He isn’t just here to make money or to get them in and out of the office. He wants them all to have the best health possible.”

  Molly nodded, smiling. She liked the sound of this.

  “You know what drug reps are, right?” Sam asked.

  Molly kind of shrugged.

  “Well, they’re people who work for a pharmaceutical company and they go around to doctors’ offices trying to encourage them to prescribe the drugs that they represent. Sometimes this is a good thing because they give out free samples of stuff that Dr. Andrew can give to patients in order to help keep their costs low. In fact, he saves all them for the patients who have lower income or no insurance, so they won’t have to pay for their scripts. The problem is that drug companies make money based on how many drugs are prescribed, and so sometimes they encourage people to over prescribe. Dr. Andrew hates that. He doesn’t feel like anyone should be given drugs that they don’t need. He often talks about good old-fashioned medicine.”

  Molly imagined what that meant. Her idea of old-fashioned medicine seemed uncomfortable and sterile, with lots of shots and gross-tasting tinctures, and probably embarrassingly invasive examinations and treatments. The thought of the doctor examining someone gave Molly a sudden moment of excitement, and she felt the muscles in her pussy squeeze tight for a second.

  “Anyway,” Sam continued. “Dr. Andrew was mad because this guy who came to talk to him yesterday left these booklets about some drug he doesn’t like without asking him. Dr. Andrew really doesn’t like it when people do stuff without asking him.”

  Molly couldn’t help but remember the doctor’s strict and serious tone. She had felt intimidated by the way how quickly he got serious when he was displeased, but at the same time, couldn’t help but feel a flutter of arousal between her legs at the memory. She thought about his deep voice with its biting sternness and the way that his clear eyes narrowed when he was upset, and the feeling between her legs continued. She was embarrassed to be a little bit wet at the thought.

  Rebecca and Andrew came out of the office and walked down the hallway to where Sam and Molly were stationed.

  “Molly’s a quick learner,” Samantha told her boss. “No more temps around here messing things up is going to make my life so much easier to begin with, but I think that having her around when I am here will help things even more.”

  Molly felt warm with the praise, but also felt a tinge of worry. She always started jobs out being praised for her good work. She just wasn’t good at keeping a routine, and when things started to fall apart, everyone was more disappointed in her than they would have been otherwise.

  “Good,” Andrew told her, smiling. “Molly,” he said, “why don’t you come into my office and check out what Rebecca picked up for you, okay?” Molly nodded and got up, following him to his office. The room was so formal that it made her feel a little bit nervous. It seemed like the kind of place where she would be sent if she was in trouble. The feeling of the thick, plush carpet under her feet was funny through her thin shoes.

  On his desk there was a stack of five button-down shirts, some striped and some solid colors. There was another stack of what looked like skirts, mostly black, but one khaki-colored and another navy. There was a shoebox on the table, too, and Molly opened it to see a pair of much more grownup-looking black flats. Molly felt a little nervous. She knew that her clothes were all a little worn and grubby, and she really appreciated having new things, but she didn’t like the feeling that she owed so much to Dr. Andrew and his staff already. She muttered a quiet thank you, promising herself silently that she would be very good and worth his investment.

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