Claydel Vail Jenner is a 36 year old Kittitian woman who has lost her family in a tragic accident.
Coping with her lost she finds her self Fallen victim at the hands of her late husband's Mistress
and his work partner. Clay fled to the city of At...
I am standing here before the secretary's desk while she is making a phone call to announce my presence.
The secretary seem young, no older than 25, slender build, long black hair, light skin
and very pretty. She seems even prettier every time she smiles. She is also very
well dress. It is fitting for her job and at the same time, for happy hour.
I may have been staring at her too hard because I didn't realize when
she hang up the phone and now addressing me.
She snatch me out of thought when her hand rest on my shoulder.
"Miss Jenner?" She said with a soft comforting voice. She smiles at me, seemingly trying not to make my zone out even more awkward than it already is."Miss Camron will see you now."
I nod my head and walk towards the door that she is gesturing to with her hand.
If I tell you right now that I am not nervous, I would be lying. The thought of opening up to
a complete stranger terrifies me. I was never a people person, hell I hate people
if u want me to be honest. They can never be trusted, so why try and build anything
just to watch it crash and burn eventually. I do not have the time or patience for that.
Stepping into the office, I prepare my self to meet some bold gray old dude but I am
completely taken aback by this unexpected beauty that stands before me. A woman, a very attractive woman.
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Not just any attractive, the super model, magazine cover type attractive.
She is no taller than 5 feet 3 inches give or take, mid 30s, brown skin, hazel eyes. Her hair is in an up do kinda like a high school teacher's.
Her black and white dress hugs her body perfectly with her black suede heels to match. I eye her up and down.
I did not notice I was holding my breath until she smiles at me. I swear my body curse at me...breath damn it!
Slowly I release the trapped air from my lungs while scanning the room as a distraction to regain
my normal breathing.
The room is nothing too fantasy, just a nicely decorated white room with a sofa and a chair in the middle, an office desk off to the side with a chair, a few certificates on the wall and two large windows.
"Miss Jenner?" The Doc calls causing me to look back into her direction. My eyes lock on to her
as she slowly walk towards me with her hand extend "I am Nyla Camron,
I am the therapist assign to you by the court."
I look down at the hand she offer and look back up at her.
After realizing I had no intention of accepting, her hand fell to her side.
Clearing her throat she gesture with the same hand for me to sit on the large
sofa in the middle of the room.
Hesitating for a few seconds I slowly push the door shut behind me before making my way to the sofa and sit down.
I place my hand in my lap weaving my fingers together. Picking at my
Chipped blue nail polish, I try to resist the urge to get up and walk straight back out the door.
