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Camila stepped into the room and closed the door quietly behind her. Her eyes scanned the room immediately and fell on a woman sitting behind the desk. She was young and probably around her age with a warm smile.The woman's face lit up when she saw Camila. She got up and covered the distance between them in the blink of an eye.“Hello, I'm Dr. Larissa.” She introduced herself. “You must be Mrs. Winston, right?” Camila nodded, unable to find her voice. Larissa's smile had a way of rendering her numb and she hated how she liked it.Larissa grabbed her arm and guided her towards a sofa. “I've been expecting you. Do you mind me calling you Camila?”Camila shook her head. “I don't mind.” “That's great. I also prefer you calling me Larissa. I'll go get you some tea.” Larissa said, bubbling with excitement for reasons Camila couldn't understand.She blinked. Was all the therapist like this or is it just her?Larissa took her silence for a yes and hurried toward the counter at the edge of

—Five days later—“I want to see the therapist,” Camila said the words that had been hanging on her throat for days.Michael, who had been fixing her tubes, paused. “What did you just say?” Camila inhaled deeply. “I want to see the therapist. Can you book an appointment for me?”“Have you… have you thought this through?” Michael asked to be sure.Camila lifted her gaze to meet his eyes. The past days have been emotionally draining. Aston visited only once and they barely talked. But she had found out from Braden that his company was going through a tough time.Michael also didn't mention anything about the therapist again. Camila hated to admit it but after she thought about Michael's words deeply, she realized he was right.She had never had a friend that she could sit down with, open up to, cry to and just be herself in front of that person.Maybe it was because of her heart condition but she had always built a wall around her emotions which attracted hatred and bullies instead of

Camila stepped into the room and closed the door quietly behind her. Her eyes scanned the room immediately and fell on a woman sitting behind the desk. She was young and probably around her age with a warm smile.The woman's face lit up when she saw Camila. She got up and covered the distance between them in the blink of an eye.“Hello, I'm Dr. Larissa.” She introduced herself. “You must be Mrs. Winston, right?” Camila nodded, unable to find her voice. Larissa's smile had a way of rendering her numb and she hated how she liked it.Larissa grabbed her arm and guided her towards a sofa. “I've been expecting you. Do you mind me calling you Camila?”Camila shook her head. “I don't mind.” “That's great. I also prefer you calling me Larissa. I'll go get you some tea.” Larissa said, bubbling with excitement for reasons Camila couldn't understand.She blinked. Was all the therapist like this or is it just her?Larissa took her silence for a yes and hurried toward the counter at the edge of

—Five days later—“I want to see the therapist,” Camila said the words that had been hanging on her throat for days.Michael, who had been fixing her tubes, paused. “What did you just say?” Camila inhaled deeply. “I want to see the therapist. Can you book an appointment for me?”“Have you… have you thought this through?” Michael asked to be sure.Camila lifted her gaze to meet his eyes. The past days have been emotionally draining. Aston visited only once and they barely talked. But she had found out from Braden that his company was going through a tough time.Michael also didn't mention anything about the therapist again. Camila hated to admit it but after she thought about Michael's words deeply, she realized he was right.She had never had a friend that she could sit down with, open up to, cry to and just be herself in front of that person.Maybe it was because of her heart condition but she had always built a wall around her emotions which attracted hatred and bullies instead of

Braden stood still with no intention of moving.Aston slowly lifted his head, a frown appearing on his face when he saw Braden still standing there.“What's wrong?”“Mr. William has no landed properties in his name.” Braden said, his voice low.Aston arched his brow. “What's that supposed to mean?”“All Mr. William's properties are registered either under his wife or son.” Braden replied.Aston burst into laughter when Braden's words made sense to him. He laughed so hard that he ended up coughing and choked on it.Braden hurried toward the tell fridge at the end of the room, returning a few seconds later with a bottle of water.He placed it on the table and pushed it towards Aston.Aston picked up the bottle, opened it and chugged it down in one go. He cleared his throat after that and shifted his attention back to Braden. “I didn't get you earlier. What did you say?” “Mr. Willam has no landed properties under his name. Most of them are under his wife's name.” Braden repeated his wo

Aston stepped out of the car and slammed the door after him. Braden rounded the car and joined him.“Are you sure about this?” Braden asked, his voice thin. “We can always reschedule the meeting.” Aston inhaled deeply. “How many times have we rescheduled this meeting?” “More than five times,” Braden replied, lowering his head.Aston nodded. “What kind of influence do you think it has on the shareholders?”Braden kept his head lowered. “Tell the shareholders to meet me in the board room in thirty minutes.” Aston said, walking into the glass building.He didn't plan on coming to the meeting and wasn't even bothered with what the shareholders would say but with Camila getting on her nerves with every means possible, he needed a breather.He headed straight into the elevator, pretending like there was no one else in the lobby.A few minutes later, he was standing in front of his office door. His eyes shifted to the door a few steps from him before he could reach the door knob.He swal