Sound of the Sins |H.s

XVII

long chapter cause I promised

Arabella's pov

"MR WEAVER" The secretory squeaked as she tried to keep up with my long strides in her big sparkling high heels, the piles of paper in her hand swinging from one side to another. "I really tried to tell this lady that you aren't going to accept patients until tomorrow but she is really stubborn and just stormed in without any permission."

I stood in front of his desk, an unnoticeable smile on my face with my hands gripping my backpack hands that were resting on my sides as his head shot up from the high pitched sound of his secretary, with a frown etched on his face looking confusingly between the secretary and me.

"Mr Weaver." I said with a big fake grin on my face as I tried to trigger his mind to actually remember me or it would be so embarrassing being shoved out of the office by that loud long leg annoying woman behind me.

"Ara- Oh Arabella hi." He paused for a second to make sure he knew me and when he finally said my name a sigh of relief left my lips. Next level.

"Don't worry Tara I know her. Why don't you go and sort out my tomorrow visits with my patients eh?"

She nodded her head and started walking out, her heels clinking with every step she took before she closed the door and left.

I took a sit and started fiddling with my fingers awkwardly. I didn't know what to say next. Yeah 'sup, mind if I like borrow a job in the prison or something? No that definitely wouldn't work. I didn't even know what I should call him. Like Should I call him Brian? Or like uncle Brian? What the hell no I think I should just call him by his family name.

Mr Weaver's a distant relative of my mother. He's my mother's uncle's son from his second marriage. It almost took me two years to remember his relation with my mom. First time we met was when I was two years old and since then we've barely visited each other. Maybe two or three times. He has light brown hair and blue eyes, he's tall and muscular with quite a repetitive style if you ask me.

"Hey Mr Weaver."

"Oh please call me Brian. How are you Arabella? Long time no see, How are your parents doing?" He started blabbering making me regret coming to this place at the first place. I'm always awkward when it comes to talking to a family member. (May I add that he's not even a close relative so that just makes everything harder). I never talk or ask them anything. I just answer their questions with a simple yes or no and pray to god that they'd stop talking. But in this situation I had to impress him for my own benefit. A real psychologist knows how to talk and make a proper conversation with people so I think that would upper the chance of him accepting my request.

I admit that I'm trying to get this job by pulling a few strings but it's not like I don't know anything of the job. And I'd do anything to deserve having this job.

"Oh everyone's good. Thank you. They really miss you." My parents probably didn't even know I was here but I said that nevertheless just to be nice. "How are you Mr Weaver? you know, all the hard work and responsibilities and..."

"Oh yeah Arabella don't even remind me." He laughed awkwardly. "It's just crazy, I decided to go on a trip for a week, just a week, and apparently my patients didn't want to let me breath even there." He laughed, trying to act like it was cool even though I know he was really pissed off. I understood him though, work gets real hard when you have patients that only care about their own life. I laughed along with him, planning my next move in my head at the same time. I guess I would even be a help in prison if I get the job. I mean he looks really exhausted from all the work and me helping him will lessen his responsibilities.