IZZY PARKS.

She pushed the button. 10. Her lecturor Dr. Amber Brown had offered her a part-time job at her recently opened private practice.

She was now at the office building. As the  elavator pulled up, she felt the same within her. She had woken up early that Wednesday morning to find her fiancé, Ben, making a congratulatory breakfast.

"Since when are you up this early?" she asked.

"Since my baby got a job. We don't want you getting late."

Dan had been a big help throughout her college life. He was a junior lecturer. She called him vanilla, being the only white man she had ever dated.

The elevator door pulled open. It was a private elevator for only that wing of the building. "Fancy!" She gathered her bag closer to her chest, took a deep breath and walked in. It was beautiful. Certainly a place she'd happily spend her days.

Izzy Parks was a senior at colledge persuing a psychology master's degree. She wanted to be a therapist. It's all she wanted. Growing up in a rough neighbourhood she saw all sorts of things. People were damaged. She may have come from a loving home but there was nothing but damage around her. She was going to fix it. One person at a time.

"Miss Parks?" a sweet voice tore her mental fabric.

"Yes that's me!" she said rather loud, heading for the receptionist's desk.

"Hello Im Sonya. Dr. Brown said you'll be joining us." she watched the beauty's rose mouth move.

"Hello Sonya nice to meet you."

"Come with me," Sonya left her desk and guided her down the hall. She opened a tall hard wood door and stepped aside. "This is Dr. Brown's office. You will spend most of your time here. You are to assist her with typing and collecting research. Anything she wants you do."

The office was like none she had ever seen. A giant window to the left let in light. On the opposite wall were several awards and certificates.

The room was beyond anything she had ever seen. Above these certificates, floating in front of the rustic bricks, were two swords. They were positioned as if in the middle of battle. She reached out to touch the edge and it cut her.

"Wooow!" Sonya quickly turned to her, a look of concern on her face. "Sweet space!" Izzy saved it, trying to mask her pain.

"If you could follow me" Sonya aimed her arm out of the office. She was so polite, Izzy could tell she would enjoy working with her.

"This is Dr. Raj's office. You may be required to help him too."

"Ooh okay. So Im like an office assistant?"

"Yes." Sonya said with a smile. Tossing a lint ball from Izzy's tweed jacket.

"Now this is Dr. Garcia's office..."

The tour soon ended back at Sonya's desk. She did as she was instructed and prepared the conference room for the morning meeting. She'd get to see three top notch practicing doctors in action.

Dr. Raj was the first to arrive. He locked his door carefully and walked toward the conferrence room.

"Good morning, Dr. Raj," she said politely, handing him the paper with the morning agenda. "Im......."

"The scullery maid, I know!" He cut her off and walked into the room with barely a pep.

She concluded he was a grouch and she would stay well out of his way. Dr. Brown was the last to arrive and she ran the meeting. They discussed the patients of the day among other things. Izzy couldn't help but notice Dr. Brown's disposition.

"I'll be in my office all day. I don't want to be disturbed. I have a lot to do." she heard Dr. Brown tell Sonya.

"Izzy!" she ran to her new boss before the word was done being uttered.

"Here. Run these errands for me and go home. They should take you all morning." it was a long list.
    
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 The last thing on the list was strange. Attatched to the bottom of the list was a cheque. She was to go to the location, ask for Mo and hand him the cheque.
         
The apartnent building was a shit hole and the door nearly splintered on her as she knocked. She wondered what Dr. Bown would possibly have to do with such a place.

The door opened a crack and was stopped by a rusty chain. A very tall man peered through. He had a long face with an even longer. He had dark imposing hooded eyes.

"Ew!" she said out of her thoughts.

"What?" his red eye balls tried to capture whT his ears hadn't.

"Mo?" she.cleared her throat.

"Yes, that's me."

"Dr. Amber gave this to..."

The man's fingers slithered through the crack and gabbed the paper. Bang! The door was locked.

"Hey sis." a raspy voice crowed.

She turned to see what she could only assume was a prostitute, way past her prime. She had a cigarette between her talons.

"Hi." Izzy barely replied as she began to hurry off.

"You looking for a new manager?"

"Um, no thanks."

"Every man in this city knows me. I could get you a lot of clients. And classy ones too! Not rats like Mo." the woman continued.

Izzy shuffled past her, scared that the woman could suck her into herself and create some kind of super hooker! The woman stdeatched to touch her but Izzy jumpex out of the way.

"Well you know where to find me tuts!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
What the hell is Amber up to? Let me know. See y'all at the next chapter.😘