“Very interesting,” Caldwell said. “You certainly sound professional. Maybe you should be a doctor when you grow up.”
“I intend to,” Nikki said. “I’m going to study respiratory medicine.”
Caldwell got up and gestured toward the door. “How about you doctors and doctor-to-be going over to the medical office building to meet Dr. Pilsner.”
It was only a short walk from the hospital’s administrative area in the old central building to the newer professional building. In just a few minutes they passed through a fire door, and the corridor covering changed from vinyl tile to posh carpet.
Dr. Pilsner was in the middle of his afternoon office hours but graciously took time to meet the Wilsons. His thick white beard made him look a bit like Kris Kringle. Nikki took to him immediately when he bent down and shook her hand, treating her more like an adult than a child.
“We’ve got a great respiratory therapist here at the hospital,” Dr. Pilsner said to the Wilsons. “And the hospital is well equipped for respiratory care. On top of that I took a fellowship in respiratory medicine at Children’s in Boston. So I think we can take care of Nikki just fine.”
“Wow!” Angela said, obviously impressed, and relieved. “This is certainly comforting. Ever since Nikki’s diagnosis we take her special needs into consideration in all our decision-making.”
“And indeed you should,” Dr. Pilsner said. “Bartlet would be a good choice with its low pollution and clean, crisp air. Provided she has no tree or grass allergies, I think it would be a healthy environment for your daughter.”
Caldwell escorted the Wilsons to CMV’s regional headquarters. Before he left he made them promise to return to his office after David’s interview.
The CMV receptionist directed the Wilsons to a small waiting area. The three of them barely had time to pick up magazines before Charles Kelley emerged from his private office.
Kelley was a big man who towered eight inches over David as they shook hands. His face was tanned and his sandy-colored hair had pure blond streaks running through it. He was dressed in a meticulously tailored suit. His manner was outgoing and ebullient, more like a high-powered super-salesman than a health care administrator.
Like Caldwell, Kelley invited the whole Wilson family into his office. He was also equally complimentary.
“Frankly, we want you, David,” Kelley said, tapping a closed fist on his desk. “We need you as part of our team. We’re pleased that you’ve taken an internal medicine residency, especially at a place like the Boston City Hospital. As more of the city moves to the country, we’re finding we need your kind of expertise. You’ll be an enormous addition to our primary care/gatekeeper crew, no doubt about it.”
“I’m pleased you’re pleased,” David said with an embarrassed shrug.
“CMV is expanding rapidly in this area of Vermont, especially in Bartlet itself,” Kelley boasted. “We’ve signed up the coat-hanger mill, the college, and the computer software company, as well as all the state and municipal employees.”
“Sounds like a monopoly,” David joked.
“We’d rather think it has to do with our dedication to quality care and cost control,” Kelley said.
“Of course,” David agreed.
“Your compensation will be forty-one thousand the first year,” Kelley said.
David nodded. He knew he’d be in for some teasing from Angela even though they’d known all along that her earnings would be significantly larger than his. On the other hand, they hadn’t expected hers would be double his.
“Why don’t I show you your prospective office,” Kelley said eagerly. “It will give you a better feeling for our operation and what it will be like working here.”
David looked at Angela. Kelley’s approach was certainly a harder sell than was Caldwell’s.
To David’s mind the office was dream-like. The view south over the Green Mountains was so picture-perfect, it looked like a painting.
David noticed four patients sitting in the waiting area reading magazines. He looked to Kelley for an explanation.
“You’ll be sharing this suite with Dr. Randall Portland,” Kelley explained. “He’s an orthopedic surgeon. A good guy, I might add. We’ve found that sharing receptionists and nurses is an efficient use of resources. Let me see if he’s available to say hello.”