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“Ten, and I’ll tell you everything. Would even allow you to read my notes.” I couldn’t even tell if she was lying or not. But I was willing to take the risk. “Fine.” She pointed to the desk. “Book your appointment. You would start tomorrow at 12 pm.” I glanced at her. “What of Liam? I don’t want to run into him.” “He’s had a different schedule,” she said, “you wouldn’t cross paths with him.” Ten sessions. Ten sessions of someone digging my head. I felt my windpipe closing up.

He says firmly and I nod without even understanding what he means or why he sounds so confident about that. The room falls into complete silence as he scribbles a few things on the note pad he’s holding. Wow. He keeps a written record of everything. He must be very organized. “Your training sessions will start from ten am and will run for two hours thirty minutes. The training time will increase as you get more familiar with the schedule and training activities. You have two fifteen-minute breaks between sessions which will be reduced as you adapt to the training. Your training days are Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays from ten am to one pm.”

That was fast; usually most meetings with top clients takes at the minimum, three hours. I set up the next meeting which was scheduled to hold by 11:30 am; I don’t sit in, in this meeting. I only sit in when i'm asked to; I organize Nek’s schedule for tomorrow while the meeting goes on.

"I'll handle Bianca. You just prepare for the procedure. How long will the treatments take?" "Six to nine months of intensive sessions. Three times a week, minimum. Each session will last several hours and will leave your mate extremely weak. She'll need bedrest between treatments, careful monitoring. The strain on her body will be—" "She's strong. She'll manage." Matthew's voice was distant now, already moving on to logistics. "What else do we need?" I couldn't hear the rest. Couldn't process the rest. Because my legs had finally remembered how to move, and I was stumbling backward, into Mrs. Finch's apartment, closing the door as silently as I could manage with hands that shook so hard I n

It's anger and desire warring in equal proportions. In a dangerously low voice, he warns, “Don’t ignore me ever again.” The furious look in his eyes reflect his seriousness. So he wasn’t lying when he said he hated being ignored. “I’ll do whatever I want,” I snap, yanking my face from his grip, “How long is this meeting meant to last?” The change of subject surprises him and he blinks, “An hour…two at most.” * We end up spending three hours and forty minutes. “Thank you for seeing us, Mr Wayne. Ms Shauvia,” I smile politely as I shake hands with our clients.

" After glancing at me for a brief while, he then nodded his head in agreement. Before getting up and leaving, he remarked, "Yes, I do think we'll be talking a bit more," and then he turned and walked out the door. He responded by calling out over his shoulder. Every other day, we'll get together for a session that lasts for one hour. I'll see that it gets added to your schedule by the nurse. Fucking hell. "One more time," Danielle begged.

They all walked to the elevator, which was about to close, but the door was suddenly held open for them. “Thank you.” Liora called out as they walked on. She saw it was Felix; he smiled at her and replied, “You’re welcome.” In the elevator with him was also Travis, who stood at the back and didn’t as much as glance at them. The rest of the group trooped in after Liora, pushing her to the back of the elevator too. “How long is the first session supposed to take?” Ian asked. “Hmm, about three hours I guess.” Betty replied, pulling out her phone to check the schedule.

"Morning too, young one." "Let's get started. Shall we?" "That's a very different spirit you have there, young one. "Is everything okay?" "Everything is perfect." I said with a smile. Yes, everything is perfect. I am an alpha. ***An hour thirty minutes later*** It looks like she does the terakjux every thirty minutes. So that makes it four times in a session. ***Two hours later*

Knowing to bask in the events of the past will do nothing to help my mental health right now; I start typing out a response to him. ' Since the week is almost over, we can pick it up from next week. You can make a list of the subjects you're having problems with, and I'll start from the hardest it is for you. We can have the sessions from six to eight on weekdays because of school, then ten to one on weekends. ' My gaze goes over the message I've typed out, and I read it over, and over again, making sure the message that —this is plainly business, and I'll be not be giving in to any of his games— is sent before hitting on the send button.

His smirk grew wider, almost into a grin as he straightened up, rising to full height. There was a slight shrug of his shoulders as he stepped back and returned to sitting on the edge of the bed. I gulped down hard and did a few breathing practices to calm myself down. This session was only going to last for ten minutes. Ten minutes and this is over until tomorrow night. Just ten minutes. What could possibly go wrong in ten minutes?