Chris donned dark sunglasses as he stepped into the clinic. He put on a serious face as he tried to look as professional as possible.
He was dressed impeccably, in a crisp steel gray pinstripe suit and a light blue tie that perfectly matched the color of his eyes. Under his arm he held a leather briefcase.
He smiled and lowered the shades from his eyes as he approached the front desk. The woman seated there was a kind-looking older type of Asian descent.
"Good afternoon," he said, putting on his best professional voice. "I'm Dr. Irvington, and I'm interested in obtaining copies of medical records of a patient of mine." Smiling, he reached into a pocket of his jacket and handed the receptionist a business card.
Keith Irvington, M.D.
Board Certified, Internal Medicine
The woman glimpsed it over quickly, then looked back at him.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Irvington, but I'll have to check with Dr. Smith," she said.
Chris frowned as he slid the sunglasses back in place. This wasn't supposed to happen... The woman was supposed to just grin at him like the idiot she probably was and get him the copies he wanted.
"What is the name of your patient?"
"Amy Dumas," he replied in a perfectly even voice. "Sorry - Amy Dumas-Copeland. She hyphenates her married name." He felt the slightest bit shaky inside due to that slip-up. He hoped the woman wouldn't notice.
"Okay, let me just check for you." The receptionist stood up to walk away without his card. He found that to be a relief and soon noticed the second, considerably younger employee sitting nearby and eyeing him. She was very pretty and looked to be in her mid- to late-twenties. She was smiling at him.
Chris felt himself beginning to panic inside. He hadn't been away from the pro-wrestling business that long. What if people recognized him? He hadn't given that much thought to it, even though he had his dark shades in place. His hair was considerably different than any of the styles he'd worn during his wrestling career. But was that enough?
Smiling to cover up his nervousness, the blond man nodded at the woman.
"Hi there."
She glanced around, as though trying to be discreet, and rose to approach him. His heartbeat quickened, as he was certain she knew who he really was.
"You know, I can get those copies for you, doctor," she said.
Chris arched a brow in surprise. He wanted to grab this young woman and kiss her all over.
"Can you? That would be great." His smile brightened as he studied her shapely form through his shades. She was quite attractive, a brunette with a lithe, athletic body. He started to give her Amy's name, but she shook her head.
"It's all right... I know exactly who your patient is." Offering him a smile, she held up a forefinger. "I'll be right back with everything you need." With that, the girl pivoted on her heels and disappeared into a nearby file room.
The blond man glanced around, hoping not to come off as suspicious. He had made certain they didn't have an appointment that day before he came. He was relieved by the fact that no one seemed to be paying any attention to him. He only hoped the young brunette would be the first one back to see him and not the Asian woman.
Not longer than five minutes later, Chris got his wish. The younger woman sauntered back into the room and over to him, a smile on her face. She held a file folder full of papers and handed it to him, no questions asked.
"Thank you so much," he sang. "You've been a great help." He was about to turn away to go but hesitated. "Your name is...?"
"Candice," the brunette smiled. "And it was my pleasure."
Oh, it certainly could be, Jericho thought as his gaze raked over her. Aloud, he said, "Well, Candice, I hope I'm not going to sound too presumptuous here... but would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?"
The woman's entire face lit up prettily. She nodded.
"Yes, I'd like that." She ripped a piece of paper from a pad on the desk and scrawled her phone number for him.
Chris smiled and glanced at the number before pocketing it. He knew it wouldn't be too long before he'd have this beauty in bed, begging him to give her all the pleasure he could.
"It was nice meeting you, Candice. I'll definitely give you a call."
She was grinning practically ear-to-ear and waved as he left.
He walked silently to his car, the file of papers clutched in his hand. He couldn't wait to take a look at the information - in fact, he was so anxious to see it right then and there that he did just that the moment he got in the vehicle.
Chris sat back as he read, ignoring the doctor's mumbo jumbo. He didn't understand the jargon and just wanted the basic facts. And, as he kept glimpsing over the papers, he found the layman's terms of what he'd been seeking.
Apparently, Amy and Adam were having difficulty conceiving a child. While it sickened him that they were trying to get pregnant, he figured this to be the case... He knew from his spying - even years earlier - that they were quite... active, for lack of a word that wouldn't make him want to retch.
As he read further, he saw that, apparently, it was not Copeland who had the problem... It was Amy. She had some kind of problem that made her uterus a hostile environment for sperm.
How odd, Chris thought. He glanced over through the remaining pages but decided he wanted a more thorough read once he got home.
As he started the engine of the car, his lips curved into a smile. Somehow, he was going to use this coveted
medical information to his own advantage.