Therapy

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I sat behind my table, flipping the business card between my index and middle fingers, a slight frown on my face.

Why was he so concerned about my attitude, I'm trying to be a good follower, and yet he's finding a problem with it.

I took a look at the card again, the office wasn't far from here.

Maybe I should just go there and get this over with, bring back the results and fling it at his face; no, give it to him politely and show him there us nothing wrong with me.

I sighed, he is really making it hard for me to keep my cool and be polite. Right now, all I want to do is scream in his face.

But this was what I deserved.

Chloe entered my office, eyeing the well arranged files on my table.

"Are you really sure you are okay?" She asked.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that question, do ……