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Anaya
I woke up to my alarm blaring loud as fuck. I slapped my phone turning the alarm off. I groaned remembering I have to go get ready for work. I got out my bed going to have a shower and use the toilet. Going to my closet I picked up the outfit I picked out yesterday.
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I did my light make and hair then rushed out the door but not before taking pictures. I was going to be late and I really didn't want that since my boss is already unhappy with me for apparently flirting with clients. When I didn't, nigga just mad I'm pretty and can pull.
Anyways I'm a therapist. I love my job but hate it at the same time. Like I love helping people it's just part of who I am. But I hate it at the same time because one my boss is an actual ass and two some of the clients are so rude for nothing.
Anyway after the little 30 minutes drive to the building I got out of my car and walked in the building checking myself in.
"Your late" my boss Mark said walking past me. "Okay and?" I said lowly walking to the elevator. "What was that?" he turned quickly around. "Nothing" I said not paying any attention to him but the elevator.
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I had just finished with a client and was waiting on the next one. Im pretty sure they're new here so Lord I'm begging there at least nice enough.
I got up from the chair and went to my desk clearing out some files and put them in the correct drawer. While I was organizing the room. I heard the door open. Walked in a tall dark skinned boy with waves. Not to mention he was mad fine.
He sat down on the couch putting his hood up and going on his phone. I sat in front of him with my notepad and pen in my hands. "Hello my name is Anaya I'm 23 I have a puppy called Dior and a niece called Zena. Your turn, tell me a bit about yourself" I smiled. He didn't utter a word but just kept his eyes on his phone. I waited like 5 minutes and still no response.
30 minutes left
I checked my watch and really wasn't happy. We have wasted 15 from him being late and him not talking to me. "What's your name?" I asked again. He didn't respond but instead just mumbled something which I'm guessing was rude.
I checked my list to find his name. Christian Combs that's diddy's son. "Okay then Christian tell me something about yourself" I said getting irritated real quick. "How am I meant to help you when you aren't even talking to me" I said with slight aggression in my tone.
"I don't even wanna be here" he sighed rubbing his hands on his face. His voiceee 😍."That's not an excuse to act like this, a lot of people don't wanna be here but they still go and get through so imma need you to take this shit like a champ and work with me" I said a bit loud.
Bro I've been out of work for two weeks and forgot how to act. Lord hold my tongue before I say sum I shouldn't.
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We had about 5 minutes left and I was ready to start wrapping up. We got through the basics like how he is and why he is here. He made so many comments about therapy it was actually funny. Like he said "therapy ain't for black folks" and "therapy for the weaklings".
"Okay times up thank you for cooperating with me I know it's not easy" I smiled. I walked over to my desk writing ore stuff on my notepad. "Will I see you next week?" I asked. "Yeah for sure and thank you" he said getting ready to leave. "For what?" I looked up at him. "Talking to me" he smiled. His smile 😍.
"No problem" I said taking out another file to write stuff in. "Bye" I said smiling a bit too wide. He waved before walking out.
Please let me get through these next couple months without fucking this man
