Therapist to the Stars.

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I sighed, settling down into my cosy apartment. It had been a long day. I'd met with 3 different clients today. I still had to go over their files and make sure I hadn't missed anything.
But for now, all I wanted to do was relax with a glass of sweet white wine.

My work phone buzzed and I eyed it skeptically. No doubt it would be one of my clients just looking to talk. The good thing about my job, is that I was paid daily, not hourly. So they felt as though they could text, or call 24/7 out of business hours.

It only cost them 15,000 per client a year. It was nothing to them.

I picked myself up off the comfy oversized armchair and picked up my phone, heading to the kitchen for a glass of wine.

Portia.

Ellen locked me in the closet again. I can't get out. Send help.

I chuckled, Ellen and Portia were my favorite clients. They came in for couples therapy and I met with them every Saturday evening. From 5-7.

I rolled my eyes as I opened up Ellen's messages.

Elysandra:
Ellen, let your wife out the closet.

Ellen:
You're no fun. 

Elysandra:
Don't make me come over there.

Ellen:
Fine -.-

I chuckled again, quickly sending Portia a response before she thought I was ignoring her.

Elysandra:
Help is on its way!

Portia:
You're a life saver!

I took my glass of wine and sat down back into my comfy armchair. Switching on Netflix. I put on some pretty little liars and took a deep breath, relaxing.

My phone buzzed after 15 minutes and I picked it up, there really was no point in having a personal phone since my work one was the only one that ever got anything.

Troian:
Can I see you soon? :(

Elysandra:
I have a spot open tomorrow at 3?

Troian:
That's perfect. Thanks!

Troian was always one who preferred to talk in person. I had a couple clients who only ever opened up in text and in person sessions they'd just hang out.

I scrolled through my texts, I hadn't heard from one of my clients in almost a week, that was unusual for her. She usually texted me every week. Sometimes even every few days.

Elysandra:
Is everything okay? You've been a bit quiet.

Demi:
I don't know.

Elysandra:
What's up?

Demi:
I'm just feeling.... numb.

Elysandra:
:(
That's not good. Do you need to come in soon?

Demi:
I guess, sorry. I'm not trying to be rude, I'm just numb and unable to really make any decisions for myself.

Elysandra:

That's okay. How does Thursday at 1 work?

Demi:
See you then.

I settled back into the show, pouting when my glass of wine was finished. Just as the episode finished, my stomach began to grumble.
I guess it was time for food.