Paper Work
{ARMANDO}
Three weeks, wow! Just three weeks and it has been a roller-coaster. Not that I expected much from my dear sweet dad. The son of a bitch keeps sending paperwork to me. I am not complaining, and I won't complain.
It is either this, or I will have to go and get a job in some other company. As much as I despise the man, I prefer to work with him than work with some stranger who will always think what they say is great and that is what everyone must do.
I have not seen the therapist again, I managed to escape her more than three times after the last time she came into my house.
I threatened her, with something about breaking the rules regarding patient-client privileges. It was bullshit really because two days later she was back at my place telling me that the therapy session will continue unless Noah says otherwise.
The woman was persistent, she kept coming.