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M E E T I N G

"She's never going to speak to me again." Oliver sighed in the passenger seat of the rented car. "I'm sure she will realize you're only trying to help." Lucas soothed his hand resting reassuringly on his now fiance's back.

Checking his watch Oliver sighed. "I need to go before i'm late, I highly doubt I will be able to get a second appointment."

Oliver had been waiting over two moths for an appointment and considering the cost of just the appointment alone before the man had even agreed to take his sister on as a client Oliver hoped he was good because if not he was either being seriously fucked over or else there was nothing more he could do for his sister.

Oliver placed a chaste kiss on his fiance's lips who wished him luck before he stepped out of the car walking into the building in front of him.

A classy looking woman was sat at the front desk typing away on her computer. She looked up after a minute looking Oliver up and down waiting for him to speak. "Oliver Hendrix, I have an appointment with Dr Cromwell."

"Take a seat and i'll call you when he's ready."

Oliver took a seat in a waiting area, the only other people being a young girl with what he assumed was her mother. Oliver didn't have to wait long before he was called barley in the seat before he was getting back up again.

"Just this way."

Oliver followed the woman down a corridor right down to the last door where a shiny plaque was stuck, the words Dr Cromwell engraved on it.

The woman knocked once before opening the door allowing Oliver to walk past her then stepping out of the room and closing the door behind her.

The man sitting behind the desk stood upon noticing Oliver's arrival. Oliver reached his hand out and met the mans firm grip. "Alastair Cromwell and I assume you're Oliver Hendrix?" Oliver had went into business meeting where men had shown less respect, it was clear this man was no joke.

"That's me."

Alastair nodded gesturing for Oliver to take a seat re-seating himself in his own designated chair.

"From what i've been told I understand your'e here about your sister?"

"Yes, she was diagnosed with agoraphobia when she was seventeen and we were told she wpuld learn to cope with it with age but it ended up only getting worse, at this stage its a rarity she leaves her house."

"I'm assuming there was an event that triggered this?" Alastair asked looking from where he had been writing.

"She never was the most social or enjoyed going out but yes there was an event that triggered it."

"It's common for the fear to have something that triggered it." Alastair hummed setting down his pen. Oliver would never admit how intimidated he felt as Alastair looked over him. "I know who you are Mr Hendrix and I know who your family is, you could find anyone to help your sister, so why come all this way to ask for my help? I have a lot of people on my wait list and don't give up my time easily so why should I help you?"

Oliver sighed. "She won't admit she needs help and everyone else pretends she's fine when she clearly isn't, I can't see her like this anymore. I am willing to pay whatever your asking price is but please at least meet with her."

Oliver wouldn't have done it for anyone else, not his brother, no one but he couldn't stand to see his sister this way any longer. "You cannot help someone who is unwilling to help themselves Mr Hendrix, I won't waste my time on a lost cause."

Oliver stood from his seat, it was clear he wouldn't be getting help from the man in front of him. "I understand you are not willing, thank you for taking the time to see me."

Oliver felt helpless.

He reached out for the door handle beginning to open it when he was stopped.

"I'm will be in America next week for eight days, I make you no promises but I will take the time to meet her, I'll have my secretary organised a day, allow her to choose a time."

"Thank you." Oliver sighed a sense of relief washing over him as he exited the office.