<a class="link link--external" href="https://socialitelife.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/idris-elba-mens-health-december-2015-lead.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> Alistair </a>finished his work out because it was his routine.<br/><br/>Sure it could have been considered OCD but it kept him sane… for lack of a better term.  He looked over his rolling green acre sanitarium.  It was what it was!  No one liked the term but in truth, it helped people get back on course to sanity.  He prided himself on that.  From the activities, the groups, the water, the various therapies.  The place wasn’t cheap to those that could afford it, but they had a 99% success rate so the waiting list was long and they had donors so they could take those special cases that he thought simply needed to be here, mostly those that had…potential for some more than be leeches to society.<br/><br/>One case, in particular, he was not happy to have was his own daughter, seems she had turned from a beautiful woman to an almost skinny waif of a child.  ‘Eating disorder.’  He wanted to blame her mother, it was easy to point the finger and call her a bi…’  He couldn’t even call the greedy barracuda that.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"><i>‘Cheating wench!’ </i></span>He could dwell on it, simply because he didn’t want to swing.<br/><br/>He wasn’t that open that he was willing to share, no matter how often they were together she still wanted more and she got it!  He had good enough lawyers so she got just enough to take care of his daughters, but no more.  If she went over that, the girls would come to live with him.  He would take care of his children, but that slut could rot in hell!<br/><br/>He knew at some point he would at least have to see his baby girl, it wasn’t her fault he told them both but apparently, she refused to believe such a thing cause…she was here after all.<br/><br/>He checked his schedule and sent out his morning memo to his staff and went to at least speak with his daughter.  He loved her so, but too bad she didn’t see it that way.<br/><br/>He made his way through the halls the staff were all familiar to him and he knew them and all the patients by name and most of their families as well it was about that atmosphere it helps with the process.<br/><br/>He watched her on the phone and waited until she got off then approached.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"><b>“Good morning Taylor can we talk?”</b></span><a class="link link--external" href="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcQELPx5vcrD0HWGDoK5LsykoVdSS6r4kEhtkfhbapsb1_pzzRs1" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">He asked politely. </a>