Chapter 835 Office Antics

• Rowena
• With a grunt, I pushed the table up against the wall of my little closet office. I took a step back, dusting my hands off as I inspected my handiwork.
• “That’ll do, I guess,” I muttered. One of the janitors had let me take an unused table from one of the storage closets to serve as a makeshift exam table. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do; after all, I needed someplace to examine any patients that came in.