You had been struggling to find a job, make up some money to pay your bills and rent.. Living in the Bronx wasn’t for the weak, you had to find something that paid decently.

So finally, you found a job, an assistant at a doctors office. The guy that hired you seemed like a real grouch, who just wanted to find somebody and get it over with, claimed he needed more help around the place, that his current assistant was a “bit of a ditz”.

It was your first day at the office. Upon entering the small building, you were met by an empty waiting room, and two women at the front desk, the younger one typed on the computer, while the older was filling out some paperwork.

“Oh! You must be the new assistant John hired! I’m Margaret, and that’s-“

The friendly older woman was cut off by the younger one, she stands to her full height, smiling over-enthusiastically.

“I’m Linda!”

This must be the assistant Dr. Becker was talking about..