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e knew her night wasn't going to be a usual one. Not

range from awkward college students, to stay-at-home parents, to overworked office goers, even sometimes to the high and mighty but still radically depressed elites of the city

a person, even before they opened their mouth to speak a word to her, she would realize that she was somehow able t

ame a psychologist; and while she had to admit that it didn't always pay well, it still always gave h

aid, at least not for a thirty-year old woman li

te reading chair at the corner of the living room, her blonde hair tied in a topknot like she liked it whenever she was in her comfort space, a good b

eft, that man that said he now knew what to do but there was still an iota of uncertainty in his eyes. She would wonder if

re, Megan felt tonight was going to be fa

ning, Mis

pper spray she always kept in her purse for emer

nging to someone at fifty. He was dressed in a black suit, sitting in the corner of the living room in her favourite chair wi

se making her voice come out in bated bre

Miss Months," he replied, Megan realizing then that he

go. "My name is Arthur Dean," he said, not turning back as he began to peruse through her collection. "I'm the

ions having any department like tha

s," he returned, smiling a little eve

man in front of her a

would get from a street villain or their likes. Whoever Arthur Dean was, h

can be dangerous,

ne who was used to wielding authority and have people liste

ked. "I mean, last I checked, my apartment w

removed an envelope from the inner jac

I already have a job," she replied, "and I ha

an said to him very funny. "How's your st

. Arthur Dean was in his dangerous form. "Why do

t?" he asked again. "Have the both of yo

an to sweat. It was the middle of November and she was sweat

go," she said to Arthur

other will agree, Miss Months," h

Her eyes were gli

, Megan. Drop the false pretenses and tell your stepfath

she opened the door to her apartment and her unexpected visitor that was Arthur Dean. Then, she walked

opped the envelope into her hands and said, "The deta

y, buttoned it, adjusted his glasses, then his cufflink

elf mentally for her ability at sensing things. She had felt that her