Adams, Cara - Calling Doctor Wolf [Shape-Shifter Clinic 1] Read Free Page A

would make people ask where she’d been. So she was going to lose a day’s pay just for the interview. Oh well, such is life.
    Ambrielle clicked on the e-mail, accepting the time and date and saying she’d be there.
    Now, what would she wear? Ambrielle didn’t have a car. She rode a 2010 bright green Kawasaki Ninja 250R motorcycle. That meant she wore leather pants and a leather jacket over her usual office clothes of black pants and a business shirt to travel to and from work. She kept dress shoes at work to change into out of her biker boots, and also left a black blazer hanging on a hook on the back of her office door for if she needed to look smart or if the office wasn’t warm enough to wear just a shirt. But for an interview she really ought to wear a skirt, she supposed, which would mean changing after she arrived. And where and how would she do that? Or she could take a taxi. Or even hire a car for a day. But that was starting to sound expensive. She was already going to lose a day’s pay just for attending the interview. No. It was too bad. She’d wear pants as usual and just add a jacket and shoes as if she were at her current job. Hmm. If I wore leggings, I could pull off my leather pants in the parking lot and add a long skirt. That would be a bit nicer. Her green skirt would roll up into her saddlebag without looking messy and then she could wear her cream blazer which would be a nice change from black and still look professional. Add some green nail polish and I’ll be done.
    Ambrielle smiled, changed screens to the work e-mail, and began to send out accounts. Tonight she’d Google the clinic again so she could ask a few intelligent questions at her interview.

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    Danny wasn’t really sure why he was being included in the two interviews. Oscar was a true Dom. It wasn’t like him to be indecisive or unsure of himself, but hiring humans was a bit unusual, Danny guessed. Oscar had been forced out of his comfort zone quite a lot with this new venture of his own clinic, but Danny was glad it was happening. There was so much need for shape-shifters to be themselves, to run free and transform as they needed to without fear of being seen or caught and abused.
    Danny’d been really fortunate to have been brought up in a pack, the same pack as Oscar, which is why they were longtime friends. But he knew others hadn’t been so lucky and had spent their entire lives trying to pretend they were human. At least here, behind the high wall, no one could see wolves running through the trees and chasing each other around the small lake.
    So, what skills did their new office worker need to possess, apart from the paperwork side of things? They needed to be a genuinely caring person. This was a clinic after all. And, perhaps, someone who was fond of animals? That would cater to the shape-shifter thing. How was Oscar going to bring that into the conversation? “Oh, by the way, I’m a werewolf?” was hardly going to set the new worker at ease. More like send them into a case of screaming hysterics.
    Oh, wow, that was going to be really tricky. They ought to be told before they were hired. But if it was before they were hired they wouldn’t have signed a confidentiality agreement yet. He could just see the headlines, “Wolves Take Over Clinic.” Ah, shit! And the first interview was due to start in ten minutes. Danny jumped up, snatched the notes he’d made about the interview off his desk, and hurried into Oscar’s office. He wasn’t there. Likely he was already in the lounge room, well, the former lounge room, which was now a sort of lounge room plus meeting room plus rehabilitation room, and which was about to be the interview room as well.
    Yes, there he was, standing by the window. “Oscar—”
    “Shh. Shaun’s just arrived.”
    Danny walked over to the window and stood beside Oscar. Outside in the parking lot a man was climbing off a bright green motorbike. “Nice bike.”
    “Kawasaki Ninja