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After going into the kitchen and heating up some water and winding down for the night, Archer ended up making himself a cup of earl gray tea. The man slowly walked back to his office since he was in no rush to face the mountain of paperwork that was bestowed to him before he left work. Simply sitting down in his office chair once again his eyes focused on the papers in front of him. His eyes scanned the name once more, Anastasia Clarke, and he couldn't place a face to a name.

If I could be heard leaving his lips as he gently picked up the small resume from the woman. Reading it over. Everything looked up to par with what he would want in an employee, especially in us. He wanted to see if she was willing to work full-time or part-time. The Sanctuary Hospital was always on the staff and it sounded like it has been on the staff since it was created. He really had no hopes for any ambitious individual applying for any of the positions. One could hope. “[color=ca8621] I'll definitely have to give this one a call in the morning.[/color]” The man gently set aside the resume as he went through the other paperwork and realized that it was an unorganized archive of items. Forgotten papers. Something that he would need to look through and figure out if the hospital should even keep things. Some of the papers look like they were from the hospital or the town started.

Archer found himself glancing at the resume instead of looking at the pile of paperwork. A part of him was wondering if he should reach out tonight. She did have an email address on her resume. Reaching out wouldn't do any harm would it? The man decided to reach for his leather work bag and bring out a laptop that cost him a few thousand, something that he got late last year or the year before that. He couldn't remember. Opening up the laptop and bringing it out and turning it on the man instantly went into his work email. Not his private one. Thinking about what he should write if you should write at all. Then he started typing away in a separate document so he didn't accidentally press send if he sent it at all.

Coming to himself as he wrote out to Anastasia, he wondered what he should specifically say. He wondered if he should ask if she wanted two interviews as soon as possible or what days she would be able to interview. The medical board of Sanctuary seemed to not have any care in the world for their job or for others so he would have to take time to interview anyone who wanted a job at the hospital. It was funny how you could go from internships in Bailey getting paid to a full-time position that put more work on your plate than you would have asked for a period he just found himself in a funny situation where he was the head of the ER department and sometimes working 60 or more hours a week but then he'd find himself doing certain things that the head of the hospital should be doing. Things that would not fit into his job description at all. Things that brought him away from the ER on the surgery table.

That was when he finally entered Anastasia's email into the two who category. Sending an email that read: 

[indent][i]Anastasia Clarke,

I would love to take the next steps in the hiring process and set up an interview with you. If you could please give me a few times and days that would work for you I will get back to setting something up with you.
I would also appreciate it if you could give references. These do not have to be formal references. I would like at least two.

I hope you are having a wonderful night and hope to hear back from you, 
Doctor Archer Graham 
Head surgeon of Sanctuary Hospital.[/i][/indent]
Picking up his cup of earl gray tea with honey and taking a sip out of it. He watched as the browser updated him and informed him that his email was sent. The man decided to move over on his quest to get all the information he could possibly get done for tonight. He set his laptop over to the side as he began to organize the archived papers that were given to him.

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[@The Muse] Digital communication, email, to Anastasia Clarke 
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