That night, Cynthia was working the night shift alone at the small clinic. Normally, Gary would handle the night shifts since it wasn't entirely safe for a young woman to be there alone at night. Most of the time, she and Victoria worked during the day, while Gary covered the evenings.
Sitting quietly at the desk, Cynthia focused intently on reviewing the patient cases from earlier that day. She carefully documented any special circumstances so she could provide personalized attention when those patients returned.
She wore a crisp white lab coat over a black turtleneck sweater. Her smooth black hair, freshly dyed to its natural shade, was parted in the middle, framing her delicate features before cascading softly over her shoulders.
A few days ago, she had cut off the curls and dyed her hair black again. Running a modest clinic like this, she realized that maintaining a cold and glamorous appearance might intimidate patients.
