Underneath

👉 chapter 3 : therapy? or fake acting?

ZARA
    

Knock
Knock
Knock

       "Come in dear" says a muffled voice behind the door. It didn't sound as cherry coated as the one of the Secretary. You must have probably guessed right. The regals are here for therapy. They are for support, the real patient is Zara, and her face is far from smiling.
     

      They had that dinner the other night, turns out Regal cosmetics climbs the food chain by over seventy percent, distribution has gone through the whole of America, half of Europe and Latin America.
      As we speak Africa is also getting its first shipment where some of Mrs regals loyal friends shall start distribution, Asia too just got a bit of the spice in three places, Mumbai, Shanghai and Seoul.
     

    How the connections grew still remained a mystery, it probably had to do with Mrs regals partnership with the reds.
   
To Zara's dismay a party is coming up, to celebrate the progress, it will involve all employees of the Regal cosmetics alongside it's partners, zena's happiness could be sensed oceans away and she had not stopped talking about it.

  
    Back to the therapy, as the Regal family walk through the door ,Zara made it an obligation to scrutinize her surrounding so she could end the therapy once and for all.

          Her desk was messy, though her office was big enough, she was obviously the unorganized type, then far to the window seal is a very small plate with ashes spewing from it, the lady is a smoker.

     No ring but there is a picture of her and a guy ,and a picture of her with a child, her appearance is okay but not to Zara. Zara's brown orbs check out this therapist, her eyes are rimmed red and bloodshot behind her glasses like she was hiding them, she kept on adjusting her glasses continually.
     

     Her lips are chapped,her shoes are unpolished which only presses more on her disorganized behaviour, the air is kinda thick but Zara could sniff the perfumed that had been sprayed, probably to cover the remnants of her smoke in the air.
     

     At the very end of the office , are her files arranged neatly, what drew Zara to them wasn't the fact that they were the only really organised thing in the room, but the shinny reflections under, they look round and have nozzles.... A drunk perhaps.

      

    The lady before her was clearly depression driven, her worn out look gave her off. She was an alcoholic and a deep smoker, probably due to a person or memory but one thing is certain, this therapist needs a therapist of her own and if not for the fact that Zara was brought by her parents she would have no problem in referring to the said therapist as a big fake with a capital F.

   "Hi, you must be Mr and Mrs Regal, it's a pleasure meeting you" the lady whose table has a plate with the word Victoria written in gold, stretches her hand for a hand shake.

       After pleasantries have been exchanged, Zara is seated in front of Miss Victoria, while her family sits in the opposite room , but Zara knew they were going to hear every word.
  
    " So how are you Zara?" Asks Victoria as she puts on her glasses
   "Fine"
       "Want something to drink?" She asks again
    "No"

"Okay.....so Zara, let's go straight to the point this is a therapy session but I want you to see me as your confidant, open up your mind and let words ...."
   
"Spew out like an eternal fountain" Zara completes for her and mutters"it's written on that plank thing behind you" she said in referral to the wooden inscription behind Victoria's seat, across zara.

    "Oh... Okay, so let's begin with this how about you tell me major things about yourself zara" she asked trying to pull off a kind smile.
      
         "My name is Zara Regal, I'm the second child of my parents, I've got an older sister, who according to my parents shared a womb with me, so they say we are twins"