Talking to a Quack ๑ 【Sasuke Uchiha】

Chapter 3: Welcome to Anger Mangement

Sasuke parked his black sports car - the newest model Corvette- at the curb on the street, about ten feet or so from the place Itachi referred him to. He got the crinkled piece of paper with the address on it out again and took a look at it, not expecting it to be located in a neighborhood residence. Yeah, this was the place. He took a deep breath to try to calm his nerves and then took his keys out of the ignition. He really didn't want to be here. There was no reason, whatsoever, that he needed to see a quack for anger management problems. Sure, he got angry - okay really angry - at his idiotic employees but he had a reason to. Besides, who didn't get mad at people every once in a while?

He unhurriedly opened his driver's side door and got out and eventually he made it to the front door. Then, he just stared at it. Should he really knock and go through with this? Or should he just hastily turn around and pretend this never happened? Itachi wouldn't really fire his own brother from their family owned company, would he? They were flesh and blood for Christ's sake... That's when Sasuke thought back on Itachi's words - 'Sorry little brother, I'm not giving you a choice. If you want to keep your job, you're going to have to go and see her. After you have and if everything is all good afterward – meaning there is no problems from her point of view – then you can come back here. Just think of it as paid time off.'

Sasuke sighed irately aloud. He knew deep down that his brother was serious about this situation. He'd have to see this quack, otherwise he wouldn't have a job waiting on him when he returned. Besides, Itachi did tell him that this would be like a paid time off. He looked through the glass window on the upper half of the door, still having doubts if this was the right place. The last thing he needs is knocking on some strangers door for no reason.

He decided it was now or never, knocked four times on the door and then waited. A few long seconds later the door opened, revealing a woman with neatly put back [h/c] hair. He looked her up and down taking in her clothing choice. Black high heels, panty hose, and a white, long sleeved button up shirt. His right brow arched up in approval when he noticed he could see her lavender laced bra peaking through her shirt.

"Can I help you?"

He looked back up to her face, "Yeah, I hope so. I'm Sasuke Uchiha, I'm here for-"

She cut his sentence off, "Oh! You're my client!" She smiled and opened the door wider, welcoming him inside.

When Sasuke walked in, his brows furrowed in confusion. Why does this place look like someone's home, instead of an office?

"You can have a seat over there on the couch," she told him.

He nodded and sat down on her leather sofa, mentally taking in his surroundings. She sat in front of him in a small, matching leather reclining chair. They sat there looking at each other in an awkward silence while Sasuke waited for her to get on with this since she was the professional. Though, she just kept staring at him with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Shouldn't you be getting my file out or something?" He said questioning her, not too sure about the process other than what he's seen on TV and movies.

She jerked upright, "Oh! I'm sorry! Excuse me." She stood up from her chair and Sasuke watched her walk out of the room. Did she even know what she was doing?

She came back a few odd minutes later with a manila folder and legal pad. She sat down in her previous seat and opened it while clicking her pen to get ready to write, "So, you're here for your anger problems?"

Instead of answering the question Sasuke decided to bring up something else, something he'd been thinking about since he had arrived there, "What kind of professional works out of their own home?" He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned farther back into the sofa, making himself comfortable.

She pouted out her bottom lip at first, but then regained her professional composure, "Well, a lot of people work from their homes nowadays. I don't do the practice anymore, but I do take private referrals." She gave him a small smile. Sasuke's expression remained neutral as he continued to look at her. Though, despite his outer disinterest he mused that she probably just sucks at her job and no one wants to come to her. He was probably her only client. He smirked at the thought.

"So, what are you having a problem with in your life? Why are you here?" She asked him. She leaned forward and rested her chin on her hand as she stared at him. Her cleavage was somewhat showing through the slight openness in her shirt, Sasuke had to make himself avert his eyes.

"I'm not having any problems."

She 'hm'ed and sat back, crossing her legs, "I see. Well, there must be a reason that you're here seeing me today?"

Sasuke sighed and grumbled his answer, "Well, my brother forced me..."

"What for? There has to be a reason."

Sasuke gritted his teeth in annoyance, "He thinks I have anger problems."

"Why would he think that?"

Sasuke took a deep breath to calm himself; she was already getting on his nerves. She was definitely one of those annoying therapists that asked a million incessant questions. "I get easily angered at my employees..." He had said it lowly, but she picked up on his words.

"Why?"

"Because, they're idiots."

"Why are they idiots?"

Sasuke gritted his teeth again and stared at her. Did he really have to answer these nonsense questions? When she stared at him unblinkingly, waiting for an answer, he sighed again and spoke. "They're incompetent in succeeding in their own job. If you can't do your own job right you shouldn't have it. It's as simple as that."

She nodded, "I see. So, what do you say to these incompetent employees of yours?"

Sasuke rubbed his face with his hands in an irritated gesture. This was going to be a really long session.