Janet's Point of ViewFlora's mouth hung open as she stared at me. She blinked several times, like she was trying to clear her vision."You... work here?" she muttered, but I caught every word.I closed the door behind me and walked calmly to my desk, setting my purse down. My heart was racing, but I kept my face neutral, professional."Yes, I do," I replied evenly. "I'm a certified counselor."Flora's eyes narrowed. "Since when? Why haven't you ever said anything about it? About being a... a consultant?"I couldn't help but chuckle at that. After all the times she'd belittled me, made me feel small and stupid, here she was—shocked to discover I had qualifications, a career."There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Flora," I said, sitting down behind my desk. "But that's not important right now. If you're not comfortable having me as your therapist, I can help you get assigned to someone else. Dr. Martinez would be happy to—""No," Flora cut in quickly, almost too quickly.
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