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 can tell Miss Jenner is heavily guarded, to avoid simple human touch says a lot about
a person. Usually it is those that have survived severe trauma that places the highest and thickest walls.
But lets not go into all that. It's not fair for me to start analyzing my client before I
have a chance to speak with her.
While taking a pen and note book from the table close by, I take a seat in the chair facing her.
"I know this all must be very uncomfortable for you Miss Jenner." looking at her staring at her
fingers "I assure you I am only here to help you."
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Miss Jenner shifts, not acknowledge anything that I am saying thus far so I continue
hoping I'll get some kind of response.
"I was asked to work with you. To help you cope with your anger issues. First, lets try to pin point the root of your anger." still with no response.
"Why don't we just start with you telling me a little about yourself." hoping it will
at least put her at ease so we can start chipping away at that wall.
After what seems to be forever, Miss Jenner ask.
"What do you want to know?" still not lifting her gaze to me.
I smile inwardly and try not to let it show on my face. It's a good start at least.
A slight accent caress her words. Is this what kittitians sound like? I have to say, it really sounds kinda cute.
"Tell me something about you, anything at all." I reply, feeling hopeful.
She peers up at me with her eyes void of emotion. "Am every ting me file says." she said lowering her head once again."Just an angry lost soul."
That feeling, that sinking feeling, what is it? That same feeling from before, gripping
hold of me once again. My heart sped up as the sound of her voice echoes in my mind.
Calm down..ordering myself repeatedly while purring myself a glass of water,
taking a sip or two, I quickly regain my composure.
"What do u mean by that Miss Jenner?" I ask as compose as possible.
"Clay, please call me clay." Clay corrects me while peering up at me.
"Clay." I repeat, smiling at her "please tell me what you meant by Just an angry lost soul."
Clay falls silent again and looks away. Damn, I think I lost her again.
"How do you feel at this very moment?" I ask trying to get a glimpse at her current state of mind.
"Like a really don't want to be here." Clay reply leaning forward placing her elbows on
her knees as she brings her hands up to her lips in a prayer position.
How am I suppose to reach her when she is not even here on her own free will? How is she
going to trust me enough to open up? I have to find another way to reach her, some another approach.
St Kitts is a real place, I promise am not making this up and the people, they are called Kittitains I should know I was born here. Lol. And still here!!! 😏 😎Please vote and comment after each chapter.😘
