When leaving the lounge, taking the elevator down to the floor where his office was located, Jax realized he had an hour to kill before his next client, Natalie Priest. Natalie suffered from an excessive amount of stress like every other human being on the planet. Plus, she was narcissistic, a victim of her own bad decisions since she had obtained over fifteen plastic surgeries in the last two years. Her lips were swollen twice their natural size, her nose was like rubber and very much like an Olympic ski slope, and the woman’s wide forehead gleamed with its synthetic flesh. Jax felt horrible for Natalie and offered her very little help, if any, during her sessions. After six billable hours with Ms. Priest, he had professionally determined that her issues were beyond his expertise. He was