Tiwa The Therapist (Vol 1)

Prologue

Prologue

I acknowledged the usual end-of-the-month smile on the pretty face of Mosope my Desk receptionist with a flicker of my lips as I watched her rise to her feet as a show of respect for me.

"I've told you, Sope, you don't necessarily have to be so formal with me," I threw her a longer smile as she stepped by my side with a bubbly "Good Morning ma" spewing out of her blood red lips.

"Good morning, I take it you've gotten your credit alert?" I winked playfully at her and she responded with a shy nod of her head. She didn't fool me with her shy girl attitude, not one bit, but I played along with her whenever I could.

"Thank you ma, but that's not why I'm happy this morning," she handed me a folder which contained my plan for the day as we both walked towards my office, a ritual we'd both gotten accustomed to.

"Oh?" I paused to read her face and my eyes immediately caught the fake diamond on her finger with a gasp, "You're engaged?" I pouted my lips a little and placed a manicured hand over my chest.

"Yes ma," she nodded and went ahead to show off her fake jewelry.

"My God! It's so beautiful!" I lied as I told her how happy I was for her.

"Thank you so much ma, God will provide your own too." She I heard her say and it immediately felt like Al the air in the room had been sucked by the holes in her 4000 naira engagement ring.

"Thank you so much for your word of prayer, but God knows that I'm not searching, what's my day like?" I quickly ended the informal tone I started off with as I pushed the door to my office wide open enough for just me. She sensed my coldness and retreated with a smug look on her face.

"We have one client coming in for the entire day."

I paused. "What?"

"Yes ma, she paid for the entire day."

"She got the retainer?"

"She paid in full"

"Oh wowsers," I found myself fanning myself despite the fact that the air-conditioner was in full blast; I didn't know whether to be happy that I was booked for the entire day, which was 10 hours and an hour cost a hundred and fifty thousand naira only, or whether I needed to be worried about the client that was willing to pay such a huge amount of money for therapy.

"Who's he?"

"She's a she."

"Oh!"

'Daddy issues, I can bet my life on it' I mentally rolled my eyes as I took the client file from Sope. "Thank you," I said to her without looking up from the file. I knew the client so well, not because she was a massive celebrity, but because we literally attended the same secondary school. 'What are the odds?' I thought in silence as I skimmed and scanned her file.
"When does she come in?"

"In 2 hours ma,"

"Hmmm...get every kind of tea and coffee you can get, and have heated water on standby...oh! Please do make sure the teacups and coffee mugs are all in primal conditions. She's paying over a million for a session; let's make every minute of it worth it." I gave her a glance and shut the door before she could say the words, "Yes, ma."