Holly Bennett fought her way to the back of the old equipment cupboard to retrieve the stepladder. Earlier that day, she had been asked to stay late to help Dr Hartley take stock of all the medical supplies in his clinic.

‘It’s going to be a long job,’ said Dr Hartley. ‘I need to make a list of everything we own and quantities so we know what to order. As you will be working here permanently, I hoped I could show you what to do so you can take responsibility for it.’

‘Ok, I guess it’s my job to do it. Maybe I can devise a more efficient way of doing this?’ Holly suggested.

‘I’m certain you can work your magic here. Fetch the stepladder and we’ll start counting stock in the medical supplies cupboard.’

Holly was a 23 year old Nurse, recently employed by Dr Tom Hartley to help manage his private clinic. Holly Bennett was highly professional and highly skilled, committed to her career and profession. Dr Hartley was pleased to welcome her to the unit, her skills would be invaluable. She loved her new job and was determined to impress; she had little time for much else. Relationships were not high on her agenda, she cared about succeeding in her career. She’d had her heart broken many times and had decided enough was enough. A slight crush on Dr Hartley wasn’t enough to distract her from her work, she was too devoted to act upon it.

Holly and the stepladder clanked down the corridor towards the medical supplies cupboard, where Tom Hartley was waiting with his paperwork. He helped her in with the ladder and they peered around the room which housed all their equipment on shelves along the walls, some in boxes on the floor. They set to work sifting through the boxes, Holly calling out names and quantities, Tom noting all in his papers.

‘There’s some oxygen tubing here, four boxes, some guedal airways, size 3…twelve here.’

‘What’s in this box?’ Tom said, tapping another box with his foot.