Forty Four

The client looked confused for a moment, not understanding what he meant. "I don't under—"

"Oh, sorry about that. I'm listening to you. You can continue," he said, giving a deep sigh, but it seemed the man had already gotten angry with the way he sprang from his seat.

"How can I continue when you don't even believe it to be my story? What would I gain from telling you another story and waiting in line for my appointment? What would I gain from wasting money —"

"I am really sorry, sir. Please, have your seat." Desmond did not know what else to say. He did not even feel like counseling anyone that day. His day had been ruined already. 

"I am out of here," the man said and left his office angrily.