A CLAY DOLL'S TEAR

Chapter 6

Nyla's P.O.v

It has been the same in every session with Clay. She would not let me in, even

with the most basic questions and I have to admit, I have tried everything.

It seems as though she shuts down every time she steps into my office. It is now our 3rd

week and I have nothing to report to Judge Josy. I can not admit failure. I mean, this is

the first time that I have not been able to reach a client.

Am I losing my touch? No. No. I can not accept that. I am Nyla Camron, my mother did not raise a

failure. I just have to think outside of the box.

Buzzz...

The buzzing of the office phone cut through my thoughts and I quickly pick up.

"Miss Jenner is here for her 8am appointment Miss Camron." Amy said from the other end of the phone awaiting my reply.

I pause for a moment before replying "Send her in, thank you Amy."

I got up from behind my desk and walk over to the chair in the middle of the room.

Clay enters the room and barely spare me a glance before taking a seat in her usual spot.

I sit down also in my usual spot.

I wasted no time with trying to reach her the same way that I had been going about it these past weeks.

In fact, I have had it up to here with all this wasted time. She has to give me something for my efforts.

I pull out her file in order for her to realize the severity of her situation.

"Miss Jenner." I Start, resting her file on my lap."We have been meeting every Monday and Thursday for the past 3 weeks and yet there has been no progress."

I can hear Clay sigh while shifting in her seat. My eyes are now fix on the folder in my lap as I

flip it open. Holding the open folder up in my hand I continue as I lift my gaze to Miss Jenner

"If I can not report to the Judge that I have made some kind of progress with you, she can and will place you in jail, or worse deport you back to St Kitts." My voice crack, surprising myself with how emotional I'm getting.

Sighing I continue in a low tone asking "Is that what you want?"

Clay looks up at me and for the first time in weeks, I can see emotion in her eyes. The intensity in which she glares

at me makes me shift uncomfortably in my seat. My heart sped up in anticipation.

"Don't you sit dere and pretend to give a flying fuck about me or where a gon end up."Clay growl while leaning forward like a angry animal ready to attack its prey. Sinking back into my seat, I try desperately to not let the increasing fear inside me show.

 But I can tell it's to late for that, it's all to visible. my eyes glaze over and the pounding of my heart is so loud, loud enough for Clay to hear, and to top that off, my labored breathing is not fooling any one.

"I-I do care." I barely manage to stutter out in a low tone while holding her gaze.

Clay got up slowly from her seat with her eyes fix on me emotionless once again.

I flinch, not knowing what is going to happen next.

Suddenly Clay walk towards the door.

I jump at the sound of the slamming door behind me.

I froze for a moment just before letting out a long slow breath that I had no clue I was holding.

WHAT... THE HELL ...DID I GET MY SELF INTO?

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