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01: His Therapist ———————————
"I don't really think this is necessary." I protest with the therapy manager, he's always been persistent but never wanted me to go so eagerly. He pinched the bridge of his nose slamming his fist on my desk.
"You will go Allesia, or you will be fired!" He yells as I let out a deep breathe, god but all of my clients, my friends, my family all for an important job that I know absolutely nothing about.
"I don't understand I'll be hours away! I won't even be in this country anymore!" I yell back, this could possibly be an risk for my job but god I have to stick my ground. I cannot bear to leave, my boyfriend, my mother, and my best friend I just can't.
"Please, Allesia. You are the best of the best we need you. They say he isn't easy and if anyone can break someone into true emotions it is you Dr. Dolce." He begs, practically ripping his own hair out. The sight of him was hard, especially after all me and him have been through.
"Are you sure this isn't because we are divorced and you want me to leave so badly?" I ask skeptically sipping on the water in my devilishly fancy bourbon glass. I obviously can't drink on the job, but it's fun to think I am.
"O-of course not! How dare you accuse me of that Allesia!" He yells, again smashing his fist into my desk nearly shattering my beautiful picture on it. I glare at him and he raises his hand in defense, with an small sigh.
"I'll do it, although it is in fucking Italy! I don't understand why can't he come down here?" I question, although that seems to catch his attention because he starts to look nervous, he taps on his fingers before quickly dismissing the question.
"You leave in 3 hours so we've already arranged an decorating team to decorate your new office in Sicily, And your clothes are already packed." He says slowly as if contemplating to say it as I raise an eyebrow nodding and grabbing my briefcase. It's not my first time having to travel for an patient but this is the farthest I have had to go.
"Okay go ahead and go, so I can lock my door and uh, Jason we aren't together anymore you don't have to nice things like this." I sigh as I see the new flowers in my vase. My favorite flowers and only he could know that. There lies plenty of memorial and corymb roses stuck in the vase.
"That wasn't me Allesia." He mumbles before raising an eyebrow and leaving, shutting the door softly, but yet I can still feel his presence behind the door. I sigh, walking over to my desk lifting up my paperwork to see an white envelope with beautiful handwriting from Sicily.
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"Dear Allesia, I'm intrigued you have decided to join me in Sicily for these useless therapy lessons. It will not be easy to break me I admit. I will have you running, scared after you hear all about me Ms.Dolce."
