The beautiful sun's warm glow shines through the window, warming up the room, but she are reluctant to get out of bed. she have had a night of fitful sleep and don't feel fully rested. she slowly lift her body up off the bed and sit on the edge, feeling the softness of the carpet under her bare feet.
The room is quiet and calm. The only sound to be heard is the ticking of the clock on the wall and her breathing. she rub her eyes, trying to will herself into wakefulness, but the drowsiness still hangs over her like a thick fog.
"Ugh, another day..." she mutter to herself, yawning and stretching my arms above me head. She rise slowly from the bed, feeling a little stiff from the uncomfortable position she slept in.
she drag herself to the bathroom and turn on the shower, letting the warm water wash away any remaining traces of sleep. As she stand there, letting the water beat down on her body, her mind begin to wander.
"Another day in the office..." she think to herself. Being psychiatrist come with its share of responsibilities, and she have patients scheduled throughout the day. Despite the pressure, she takes pride in her work and genuinely enjoy helping her patients.
She look at herself in the mirror and take a moment to look at her reflection. Her face is framed by a curtain of dark hair, which she have tied back into a neat ponytail. Her big doe eyes are slightly puffy from sleep, but they still gleam with a hint of curiosity. She turn away from the mirror, satisfied with her appearance.
she head to the kitchen and brew a cup of coffee, enjoying the ritual of the coffee machine and the rich aroma that fill the room. she take a few sips, feeling the caffeine slowly start to kick in, and begin to make a simple breakfast to start the day.
As she eat her breakfast, she go over the schedule for the day in her head. It looks like she have a few appointments lined up, but the day isn't packed to the brim. she finish her coffee and washes the dishes, feeling a little more energized and prepared for the day ahead.
With the kitchen clean and the dishes put away, it is time to head into the office. she grab her keys and jacket, then lock the front door behind her as she head out into the bustling city streets.
The city is alive with activity, people hurrying to work, tourists exploring the sights, and the sound of cars and buses in the distance. she walk down the sidewalk, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease, heading towards the office building a few blocks away.
The tall office building looms overhead as she approach it, and she enter through the revolving doors, nodding to the security guard as pass through. Riding the elevator to her floor, she mentally prep herself for the day ahead.
As the elevator doors ding open, she step out into the familiar surroundings of her workplace. The office space is clean and bright, with modern furniture and a few potted plants here and there. she head over to her desk, passing a few of her colleges who greet her with a polite nod.
She sit down at her desk and boot up the computer, checking her emails to see if any new information have come in overnight. As she wait for the computer to start up, she check her phone, seeing if any of her patients have called with any concerns or questions.
Luckily, everything seem to be quiet on the patient front, and there are no new emails of concern. she lean back in her chair, taking a moment to look out the window and watch the city life below. Her mind start to wander again, and she find herself lost in thought.
Just then, her thought are interrupted by a knock on the door, and she turn to see her colleague and friend, Sophia, standing in the doorway.
"Morning," Sophia say, peering over her stylish glasses at her.
"Good morning," she smile warmly, gesturing for Sophia to come in and take a seat. Sophia enter the room and sit down across from her, a concerned look on her face.
"We need to talk, Helen" Sophia say, her tone serious. Her brow furrows, immediately concerned by the tone of her friend's voice.
"What's going on?" she ask, leaning forward in her chair, her heart starting to beat a little faster with worry.
Sophia takes a deep breath before speaking. "I received a call from a detective this morning, he want to speak to you" she say, her eyes firmly locked on hers.
A wave of surprise wash over her. "A detective?" she exclaim, sitting up straighter in her chair. "What does he want with me?"
"He didn't say much over the phone. Just that he want to discuss a case he working on. But don't worry, he investigated other people besides you." Sophia reply, resting her hands on the desk in front of her.
"Did he say what kind of case it is?" she ask, her mind already starting to race with possibilities.
Sophia shook her head. "No, he didn't give any details," she pause for a moment, her eyes searching her face.
