105. The Devil Herself

Mark knew what he was doing when he gave me two movie deals and a ticket to a movie premiere and also requested that I must complete my therapy at BOTH.

The pain of doing what I don't like, just to get what I like hasn't left me even as I enter the therapist's office building. She is expecting me today to psychoanalyze my mind.

Her assistant didn't bother looking up from her computer after giving me the first curious glance.

"Hi, is your boss in?"

"Do you have an appointment, ma'am?"

"Yes, actually. She is expecting me at eleven on the dot."

"Your name?"

"Sarah Bavarish."

After a while, she begins flipping her head, "I don't see any name like that on her appointment list."

"Are you sure?" I ask her because she sounds too nonchalant for someone who is supposed to be professional with her job.

"You are asking if I am sure? You can come take a peep to help me confirm it."