Annie’s chin was tucked. Quietly, she said, “I wouldn’t be working with Gus.”
Dok raised an eyebrow. Gus, of course—that EMT who seemed to drop by the office quite regularly. “No, not directly. But you’d still be a crucial part of the team, making sure help gets where it’s needed most.” She pushed a file folder full of dispatcher information across the desk to Annie. In it was ajob application. Dok was tempted to fill it out for Annie, but she held back. Matt was always accusing her of overhelping.
Annie stared at the file Dok pushed across the desk. She didn’t pick it up right away, just looked at it as if the paper itself held answers she wasn’t quite ready for. “I just thought ... I’d be doing something different.”
“I know,” Dok said. “But this is still important work. You’re needed, Annie. You’ve always had a calling to help people. This is just a different way to answer that call.”
Annie finally reached for the folder, her fingers lingering on the edges before she picked it up. “Thanks, Dok. I’ll think about it.”
“I know you will.”
Annie stood, gave Dok a quick nod, and walked out with the file tucked under her arm, her expression thoughtful yet impossible to read.
As the door clicked shut behind her, Dok leaned back in her chair with a knowing smile. Annie Fisher was going to read every last word in that folder—probably twice.
