Therapy

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BLOOM I sat behind my table, flipping the business card between my index and middle fingers, a slight frown on my face. Why was he so concerned about my attitude, I'm trying to be a good follower, and yet he's finding a problem with it. I took a look at the card again, the office wasn't far from here. Maybe I should just go there and get this over with, bring back the results and fling it at his face; no, give it to him politely and show him there us nothing wrong with me. I sighed, he is really making it hard for me to keep my cool and be polite. Right now, all I want to do is scream in his face. But this was what I deserved. Chloe entered my office, eyeing the well arranged files on my table. "Are you really sure you are okay?" She asked. "Why does everyone keep asking m

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