"It's been long, Hamilton," Avery Caling, smiled at him, crossing her right leg over the other, her usual notepad and pencil in her hand as she appraised Damien.
She was probably in her forties with a kind face. Damien shrugged nonchalantly. She was probably the only person in the world who intimidates him. Sitting in her counselling room, in comfortable leather couches with flower pots and bright paintings and motivational quotes, Avery Caling was the only person to whom Damien was an open book. She knew everything about him and it was scary. Especially when she looks at him with those grey eyes of hers as if she knew just everything already without him even speaking, it was frankly very intimidating.
"My secretary keeps getting weekend appointments," He answered. "What can I do?"
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