Don't Forget Me (Larry AU)

The Perks of Having an Unsound Mind

'Hell is empty and all the devils are here.' -William Shakespeare

~

Anna Marshall walked down the dusty hallways, hearing the click clap of her pointed high heels. Her blonde hair was in a tight pony-tail, her skirt was pressed and ironed, and she made sure the skip the top button of her blouse, showing a little more cleavage that was appropriate for her job.

She gripped her brief case a little tighter and smirked to herself, knowing what was about to go down. She rubbed her lips together, hoping to spread her red lipstick just a little more around on her prominent lips.

She let her hips sway side to side as she contined to walk passed the waiting room, definitely noticing how the men stared at her, even the ones who were far too old to look at someone as she.

Anna strode up the front desk and look at the young woman working there. She gave the woman a beaming smile and spoke clearly and brightly, "Hello, I'm Anna Marshall. I'm here to meet with Robert Burris about my client, Harry Styles?"

The young woman, who Anna read her name tag to see her name was Gretchen, gulped. Maybe a little intimidated by Anna. Gretchen pushed her glasses a little further up her nose and stuck her face into her computer screen, typing in a few names and clicking a few things.

"H-He should be...be ready for y-you now." Gretchen stuttered out, barely making eye contact with Anna.

Anna smiled as wide as her lips would let her, "Thanks so much."

Anna turned away, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and strode down the hallway. She already knew exactly where Robert's office was. She had been here a few times, although not for business purposes.

As Anna approached Robert's room, she pursed her lips, smoothed down her skirt, and lightly knocked on the door.

A man around his forties opened the door. The roots of his brown hair already graying, wrinkles by his eyes, and a wedding ring on his left hand. "Oh, hello Mrs. Marshall, I wasn't expecting you for a few more minutes." He said, tightening his tie nervously.

Anna smiled and brushed passed Robert's shoulder and into his office. "I have a...meeting a little later and I figured you wouldn't mind if I could come and get this over with, right?" She sat herself in the chair in front of his desk and set her brief case beside the chair.

Robert awkwardly coughed and shook his head, then made his way over to his desk to sit down.

Anna sighed and folded her hands in her lap. "So, I was checking in with my client, Harry Styles, to hear that you, of all people, were the therapist who reccommended him to Saint Mary's?" She formed her statement into a question, giving him room to answer. She knew the answer, but asking the question would let her know if he was tempted to lie. Simple lawyer strategy.

Robert nodded his head tightly, "I didn't admit him, but I did suggest it, yes."

Anna rolled her neck in annoyance then sighed loudly. "I'm sure there was no reason for that."

"Why do you care?"

"I'm his lawyer, Robert. Wait, no, let's keep this official. I'm his lawyer, Mr. Burris."

Robert shifted in his chair and glared hard at Anna, down to her blouse, then back up to her eyes. "I know, but this isn't any of your business. You don't come in until the kidnappers are found and court comes."

Anna huffed and ran her hand up stomach and over her breasts, knowing Robert was watching, and brought her hands to hair, adjusting her pony-tail. "I need to get to the bottom of this, why they wanted Harry, where they are now. I just need to. So, I came here to have a nice talk about why exactly you suggested Harry was insane?"