After leaving the doctor's office, Daniel Cooper went straight to Dean Hawkins' office.
When he walked in, Hawkins was sitting with his legs up on the desk, rubbing his hands with disinfectant.
Daniel approached and, seeing the redness on his hands, clucked his tongue. "Enough, or you'll rub your skin off."
Hawkins glanced at him and snorted, "Mate, I ruined my image for you today. You should treat me to a drink to comfort my fragile soul."
Daniel smiled teasingly, "You're pretending to suffer when you got what you wanted. You took advantage of that girl, didn't you? And I think that young nurse really likes you; her eyes went straight when she saw you. Why not just fulfill her wish and spend a night with her?"
Hawkins glared at him, "If you have something to say, say it; if not, scram!"
