|Therapy is for Losers
Author: DubbleV PM
Courtney is now a sucessful theripest, but something important was missing. And when her new session involves a man with amnesia, what mysteries are told? And will the man remember who he is...before its too late?Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Romance - Courtney & Duncan - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,887 - Reviews: 47 - Favs: 19 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 03-01-09 - Published: 01-01-09 - id: 4761422
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the sound of the elevator beep made Fein Laren look up from her desk, she lowered her glasses and spotted who she had been looking for the whole morning. She sigh hopelessly and got up, placing down the pen she had been writing with all morning. She glanced up again as the Click Click Click of a woman's heels got closer, and closer.
"Fein, oh Fein! I'm dreadfully sorry I'm late-"
"Save it, please, Miss. Iver." The secretary said, in a cold voice. God how she hated this perky brunette. The brunette only smiled her perfect white teeth, and placed a few folders down on her desk.
"I had a meeting, I forgot to inform you-"
"-For the third time this week-"
"-And it went longer then expected, do I have any people today?"
Laren only sighed, and looked in her planner, "Just one. A therapy session with a…Garner?"
The perky brunette hung he coat up on a rack, and glanced back at her secretary, "Garner? Sounds Polish."
"…Sure…anyway, there's no first name."
"Hum, what time are
they scheduled for?"
The sectary walked back to her desk to put back the files, while the other woman walked into her office. Laren sighed, and opened up a file marked: IVER, COURTNEY.
She looked through it, and yet, Laren sill couldn't understand it, Degrees, CIT training, so much volunteer work she most likely LIVED outside, and yet…it seemed like she was missing something…something important…
Laren only shrugged and put the file away, hoping work was over soon.
a moisturized finger pressed against a radio, and classical music played around the room. The office she had was elegant, so clean. Perfect pinkish-red walls, with pictures of her family and friends. She smiled as she looked at one picture with her and her cat, she shook her head, remembering they had to get rid of it. She was allergic to cats after age 17. It seemed as though she had a perfect life though, money, a large house, fancy clothing, the perfect job…but she was missing something…something she missed…something she had wanted…
"Miss Iver?" a voice came over the speaker on he phone on the desk, Courtney walked over to it and pressed the red button flashing, "yes Fein?"
"Mr. Garner is here to see you."
Courtney smiled, "send him in."
I got bored, so I jolted this down, I don't know if anyone has done it yet, sooo…tadaa! Okay im going to work on my other stories now…