It’s a well-known law of existence, that when things seem to be going well, life turns around and bites you on the arse. As a psychologist, I should be able to take these peaks and troughs with some kind of equanimity, but in reality, it pissed me off.<br/><br/>Having got my feet under the table as the Casino’s resident psychologist, and built up an interesting client-base, it had been annoying for it all to collapse as quickly as it did, but as Freud once said ‘shit happens’.<br/><br/>Fortunately, being a fatalist, I had already put provisions in place, by ensuring a large portion of the finances the Casino had assigned for the medical department be ‘redirected’ to my personal accounts. That had allowed me a quite considerable sum to assist in the creation of my new practice.<br/><br/>Having found an office space that would match my intentions, I had paid the builders a handsome remuneration package to have it built to my exact specifications, and now it was finally ready. I’d spent the last few days making sure everything looked absolutely perfect—as only someone with extreme OCD could—and gone out to celebrate my achievements and the opening of the new Steel Horse last night.<br/><br/>It was good to have seen some familiar faces, and Courtney offering to take on the role as my secretary was a lifesaver. Without that I would have been forced to run between my office, and the outer waiting room to check if anyone was waiting, and that would have been unprofessional to say the least!<br/><br/>Sipping the coffee my new secretary had prepared for me perfectly, I gave the place one final check and nodded to myself in satisfaction; happy with what I saw.<br/><br/>Smiling to Courtney, as she sat at her desk, I signalled her to unlock the door to officially open for the first time, and made my way into my office.<br/><br/>Let the madness, begin<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/Kats_Office.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em><strong>Doctor Katrina Kyle's Office</strong></em></div>