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This place seemed more like a museum of what a doctor's office looked like in the 1950's, not what one was now, Nadia thought as she walked in and sat down. How the fuck old was this guy?

She laughed at herself, remembering that it was precisely due to his age that she was going to go see him. She was told he was one of the best neurosurgeons ever, but she did wonder if this love for the vintage might be a bad sign. She wondered if he had kept up or if he was just coasting on an old reputation.

It was only when he came out and she and him talked that she realized that he, in fact, had kept up on the latest technology and technique. In fact, he told her, he had been busy working on new techniques for a surgery that he had never managed to perfect. Curious, she asked what it was. He offered to show her what he had been working on and she agreed, deciding that this would be the deciding factor to hiring him for a project she had in mind, something he seemed quite keen to look into.

It was early morning when she came in and it was later in the afternoon when he came back out to his front office. She hadn't come in with this outfit, rather he had an assistant measure her before the surgery and then go and buy the clothes at a local vintage clothing store.

He might have lied to her when he said he was interested in her project. Her project? Small potatoes. Such a lack of scale and vision. No, what he had been working on was much grander than her simplistic idea. However, she had done two things of value, she had given him her pretty, womanly body below the neck, allowing him to work for many more years and had given him the name of a modern company that might be able to bring his life's work finally to complete fruition.

He smiled darkly at that. What better way to show what he could do than to meet them in her person, using her own body as a resume!