Who Is Who? (Cate Blanchett x Female OC)

"Move On?"

A/N

This one is awful, beware.

Not proofread

Chapter Eight

The interview went horribly. 

The man that welcomed her back into the clinic was awful. He wore thick, square glasses and had eyebrows that fell over his eyes slightly. The man had a grumpy, tired voice and he clearly did not want to be there so early in the morning. So didn't Cordelia, but he could have been nicer.

He ushered the girl to the top floor again and pushed her into his office. A small room with numerous degrees hung on the wall behind his chair. The desk was spotless, with folders neatly put in the corner and pens in the pencil case. It was clean to the point it made Cordelia sick. Every piece of furniture and item seemed to be forbidden to touch. Like it was from a museum. The brunette feared the man would slaughter her if she touched something she ought not to. 

When the girl sat down, the man twitched his eyes at her, inspecting her movements and making sure she didn't do anything he forbid. He wished that Cordelia would, so he could report her to other staff. It was fun to ruin her reputation for him. 

Sadly, the girl didn't even attempt to make any mistakes. 

Cordelia carefully placed her bag beside her, aware of the man's following gaze and fixed her hands on her knees. The air was polluted by tension and neither of them was willing to break it.

"Good morning, Ms Prince." The man greeted with a raspy, low voice that easily powered over Cordelia's.

She coughed. "Good morning. It's nice to be here today." Cordelia told just as awkwardly, but her voice seemed higher than usual. 

"Mhm." He hummed. "You're here for a clinical interview, right?" He asked as he brought some document out of a folder.

"Ye-"

"Mhm." 

Cordelia choked on his rudeness and looked away for the moment. Who lets people like that work at a mental clinic? 

"Ah-ha. I am asking questions, you answer. Anything you don't understand?" The man inquired, more to follow the protocol than to actually care. 

"Er, ye-" 

"Nothing, I see. Let's start."

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The interview was just as bad as the man. The questions were ridiculous! If you had a magic wand, what person would you remove from your life?  What kind of question is that? How does it link to any of her problems? If she had any in the first place.

But Cordelia still had to answer.

She wanted to say Cate, but a part of her didn't let her. And it wasn't the voices that time, nor her consciousness shutting off. Neither of them. Just her. She didn't want Cate out of her life. On the contrary, the girl wished Cate was closer. The brunette avoided that feeling with ease. Especially when her denial was still on the surface.

She mumbled some name - Cordelia couldn't remember now - and the man noted it slowly. Staring into the woman's eyes the way that brought heavy shivers to her back. 

There were a few other questions, which the brunette, at the end of the interview, could not remember anymore. They weren't very significant, or something that interested Cordelia. She simply brushed them off.

When the interview ended, the grumpy man swore that he'd contact her when the results were in. He mentioned for her not to leave until she had the results - or that's what Cordelia thought he said. The man's voice was too quiet and low for her to hear well. The brunette was swiftly pushed out of his office and leftover the door.