Greener

Chapter 2- The Procedure

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She lifted her face as she tilted her head toward me, her blue eyes sparkled from behind her glasses. The corners of her lips turned up with a hint of approval, for a moment before her head shot back around to focus on the paper, and her black pen pressed against it as she scribbled something on it.

"What are you writing?" I asked.

"Notes," she said. Her eyebrows furrowed as she continued to focus, and her black pen glided across the paper like a ballerina.

"What is this place?" I blurted out. 

 Her hand rested on top of mine, and she took the rolled-up magazine and placed it on the coffee table in front of us.

"Why don't we give the magazine a break," she said. 

 The corners of her lips turned up into a smirk as she continued taking notes. She crossed her long, slender legs in front of her, and her dress traveled up her thigh. The horrible tinge of jealousy tickled through the jelly of my gut and through my tense muscles.

"Pull your dress down," I commanded, and she snickered back. 

"So, Ashley. What brings you in here today?" she asked.

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

That same smirk came across her face like an irritating mosquito. I wanted to slap it out of existence, but I never could quite reach it. I wrapped my hand around the pen, covering the page with my palm.

"Stop. Tell me why I'm here," I said.

"You're here because you're here," she shrugged. Her eyebrows raised up as she looked up at me.

"But..." she pressed her finger on my lip to hush me.

"People come tome to fix their problems and I fix them," she said.

"What are you? Some kind of psychiatrist ?" I asked.

"Of sorts..."she said, raising one eyebrow, peering at me from over her glasses. She uncrossed her perfect legs and then crossed them the other way.

"There's a new technique I've been using. It's kind of state-of-the-art. I've been researching it for almost a decade," she started.

"That doesn't really tell me how you know my name," I said. She pointed to the embroidery on my purse.

"It's on your bag. Shall we get started?" she asked, and I nodded back.

"Good then, rest back on the couch," she commanded. 

 I rested my head against the back of the cushion on the couch while she began to leaf through the paper on her clipboard again.

"Now, before we get started, I need you to sign a few disclosures."

"Disclosures?"

She extended out the clipboard and angled the black pen where I could reach it. As I looked at it, all I could see was a lot of tiny writing. My sight had become a bit blurred over the years, but I had too much pride to admit it. There were several big red X's with short lines next to them, and at the bottom was a longer line. 

"Can you give me the gist of what it says?" I asked as I looked up at her.

"Oh, it's just that we aren't responsible if you don't get the results you want. Here...." she said.