5- CCTV

"Mrs. Richard," Sophia took off her reading glasses, "You need to change your diet. Lose those extra pounds and see how you'll notice this shocking surge in your energy."

Her patient was sitting there with a pout, "I love butter croissants." She complained and Sophia suppressed her smile,

"I'm sure, you do, Mrs. Richard. Everything is good in moderation. In most of the treatments, it's eighty percent diet and twenty percent meds. Sometimes a good diet can reverse the effects."

She started scribbling something on her writing pad, "I'm writing some medicines. Take them for a week and come back to me." 

She took the liberty of yawning loudly in the confines of her office when the last patient left her room.

It was already evening, and she wanted to get laid by a handsome this weekend. She didn't believe in relationships and the living example before her eyes was of Marissa.

She frowned when heard the ringing of her phone.

"Marissa?" she chuckled and took the call, "Think of the devil ... How are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm doing good. Grandpa Flint is taking very good care of me. Why are you still in the office by the way?"

 It had been three days since Marissa left the city. Sophia didn't want to attract any kind of attention by trying to follow her. She was planning to join her in a few weeks. 

"Had lots of patients today. How are my nieces doing?"

"What! Nieces!" Marissa laughed hard on the other side of the phone, "How do you know they are nieces? They might be nephews too. Or maybe it's one boy and one girl!"

Sophia chuckled and felt good when she sensed the happiness in her friend's voice. The change of place seemed to do her good.

Just then the door to her office opened with a thud and her assistant stepped inside with a worried face, "What is it, Doris?" Sophia had concern in her voice. 

She momentarily forgot that the call was not disconnected, and Marissa was still on the line.

"There is this gentleman, and he is insisting on meeting you."

Sophia leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, "Does he have an appointment?" 

"No, ma'am. He doesn't but he is not ready to leave. I asked him to meet some other gynecologist, but he only wants to talk to you."

 "Hmm," Sophia straightened with a sigh, "Let him in." 

"Listen, love," remembering Marissa, she glued the phone to her ear, "I need to see this man. He better be handsome otherwise I'm not entertaining him." She said the last part in a teasing manner.

Marissa chuckled and cut the call after the quick goodbyes.

However, nothing in the world had prepared Dr. Sophia to face the man she was least expecting, "Are you Sophia James? Marissa Aaron's doctor?"

"W…what? W…who are you, sir?" Sophia knew very well who he was. Damn! She didn't understand why she was stuttering like that.

What was he doing here?

"This doesn't answer my question. Are you Marissa Aaron's doctor?" he placed his palms on the desk leaning forward his brooding figure.

Suddenly, Sophia felt like the room was shrinking due to the heavy aura of this man. He was nothing that she had seen of him in newspapers and magazines. 

He was the classic definition of drop-dead gorgeous. Marissa didn't do justice when she told her how handsome he was.

"Sir…" she swallowed hard and even managed a smile, "even if I'm. I am not allowed to share it with anyone without her consent."

Rafael pursed his lips tightly, looking into the eyes of Sophia James who was finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with his green orbs.

He reached inside his pocket and took out the crumbled envelope to wave it in her face, "This came from your office. You might remember your clinic logo." He said sarcastically.

"Sir!" Sophia raised her hand this time to stop him, "I didn't deny anything. I already said I can't jeopardize my client's privacy. We have strict policies to…"

He brushed his fingers through his black locks in frustration and then decided to take the seat in front of her, "Listen. Just tell me one thing. Have you ever treated my wife here? Valerie Sinclair?"

When Sophia didn't respond, he brought softness in his tone, "I know about your client's privacy, and I respect that. Here I'm just asking about my wife. Valerie Sinclair."

Sophia felt sorry for him when she saw the worry lines on his face.

 "Umm. Why don't you ask your wife instead, Mr. Rafael Sinclair?" his eyes snapped up to her face,

"How do you know I'm Rafael Sinclair." Sophia tried to control her rugged breathing. She was trying her best not to show panic on her face.

"Of course. Half of the country knows you, sir. You might be a businessman, yet people take you as some kind of celebrity." 

Sophia's mind was racing by now. She needed to divert his mind from the issue at hand, "By the way, I'm so happy to have you at my office. Can… can … I… I mean … can you give me an autograph?"

She quickly extended her medical writing pad towards the handsome man who seemed confused for some reason.

"And I would also like to have a selfie with you. You know? For publicity reasons? By tomorrow my clinic will be crowded like anything. I would like to put a caption on Social Media post … Mr. Sinclair is found in our clinic for the treatment of his …" she giggled with fake embarrassment, blabbering like a child, "I'm sorry … I meant to say your wife. Mr. Sinclair honored us by visiting along with his wife for her fertility treatment… Ha-ha."

"Are you out of your fu*cking mind?" he stood up abruptly causing the chair to fall back, "I'm here worried sick for someone and you are coming up with these outrageous demands. I can make sure to get your license canceled." Sophia's face placed at the threat.

"I'm sorry. It's just that you are so handsome that I lost my mind." This time her face was sad. Rafael kept staring at her face with expressionless eyes and Sophia got scared. 

What if she went too far with all this?

"Ms. Sophia James." He hissed between his clenched teeth, "I'll return tomorrow, and you better be prepared. I need to know my answers otherwise I might bring a police official to get the CCTV footage."