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I'm not even a real therapist

"At bloody Xavier's house. I work for him" she blurted out and Andrew looked at her in skepticism.

"You work for Xavier Collin?" he asked to confirm the terms.

"Yes I do"

"That's insane. What's the nature of the job?"

"I'm his uhm" she bit her lips not knowing the best way to say it. "I'm his therapist" she blurted out. The look on Andrews's face said it all.

"You are his what? Rachael, you are not a therapist"

"Well I told him that, but he insisted on me counseling him. According to him, he saw hope in him"

"You fucking killed...." He was about to complete the statement but stopped midway. "You were accused of killing his brother"

"I know right? This was all crazy. The way he even knew I was looking for a Job and offered me a job out of nowhere"

"Wow," Andrew exclaimed. "You are very lucky. While your seat on a comfy chair,I get to run around the whole fucking place to please my irritable boss"

"I thought he went on a vacation"

"He did, but he's back now. His supposed partners cut o
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