rk Cit
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