Love Disorder
I couldn't keep the quiver from my voice.
She gave me a knowing look, like she understood where I was coming from. "She's not dying," Doctor Sanders cleared. "And she's getting treatment."
"For what?" I cut off. "I thought you're her colleague. This is so confusing."
"I am her colleague," she said carefully. "But I'm also her doctor." She adjusted the glasses perched on her nose. "Before I tell you what we're dealing with here, I need a verbal agreement that this will not get out to the public. You are well aware as her newly appointed manager that she's not in the position to be exposed. In turn, as her doctor, I want to protect the privacy of my client. It's only because she allowed me to