22. Not Worth It

Charles buzzed the intercom and before he could even announce it, the door swung open and a man dressed in a brown suit, carrying a simple briefcase, walked in. He delicately shoved one of the two chairs away, drew the remaining one exactly in the middle and sat before the desk, arching an eyebrow at Selena and said, “I thought I was seeing the doctor?”

She nervously nodded, “She’ll be here in a second.” He checked his watch, placed the briefcase on the desk and cleared his voice, extending his hand, “Jeremy Mayer, Dr. York’s lawyer.” “Um, glad to meet you.” She had so hoped that he wouldn't show up.

She shook his hand and the man kept holding, demanding her complete attention, “Might I ask about your exact relationship with the doctor?” “Wha—?!”

Cassandra walked in, taking off her gloves and throwing them to the trash, “That doesn’t concern you, Jeremy.” He coughed, looking slightly offended. Cassandra washed her hand, eyed the rolling chair that had been pushed far away from t