Just Good Friends ❣︎ [Michael Jackson]

Chapter 23

We were now in Jersey. I was stressing. Every free moment that I got I spent it hidden in a room. With Kendall and MJ. I loved watching Michael's concert at nights. But during the day facing the fans was not my thing at all.

While Michael was at a press conference there in town, I made an patient with an important doctor. I know Michael had told me that getting plastic surgery was not a promising idea. And he had many issues with going under the knife. But I was not used to the looks of horror on others faces when people saw the scar on my face.

Then they wanted to talk about it. I was so over this thing. I wanted it out of my life. I was tired of talking about it. I hated looking at it to. Having a reminder of Toby. I wanted to put it past me.

But it was there. No amount of makeup was going to cover it up from the world. I just was not getting over it. I sigh as I head down to the lobby to have dinner with this doctor. I really hoped that he would help me. And I could try to do this without MJ knowing about it.

I go into the dinning room area. I see a man dressed up. He was looking at his wrist watch. I head over to him. "Hi, are you Dr. Roman?" I ask him bluntly.

He looks up and our eyes meet. "Yes, I am he. You must be Renee Jackson?" he wonders. I nod.

"I am. Thanks for meeting with me so suddenly here. You were near the area. And I am desperate for your help" I tell him as I sit across from him at the table.

He was a much older man than I was. He had to be in his fifties. And he had gray hair a long gray beard. He was well dressed in a dark blue blazer. He had a little accent as well when he spoke to me. "I was curious about your case. We can talk about it. I do not have much room for new clients. But you are one I am willing to take on" he tells me after we shake hands.

"Sorry about my guard. He always has to come along with me. He will not bother us during this meeting. I wanted to know can you really get rid of this scar on my face forever?" I ask him.

He pulls out a file from his brief case. He hands it to me. He points to it. "Open it" he orders me.

I nod. I open it. I see before and after photos of cases that he worked on. "Wow your work is incredible. This is beyond amazing" I gush happily.