<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Doctor_Katrina_Kyle.jpeg)</div>I hadn’t missed Courtney’s choice of outfit this morning and was as amused as I was rather touched that she’d chosen to select a style consistent to that which I was accustomed to wearing. The fact that I had decided to go against my own convention and wear a smart white blouse and floaty black mini skirt for the first day of my new enterprise must have come as a shock to her.<br/><br/>There were things that never change, however; like the six inches of heel on my black pumps, or the absence of underwear under my clothes, but these were to be expected.  Granted, flashes of these were not as obvious as the glimpses of my black stocking tops as I rose to welcome Jaclyn into my office, but they were worth noting—it was that kind of day.<br/><br/><strong>“Jaclyn, how nice to see you again,”</strong>I say pleasantly, by way of welcome showing her to her seat.<strong>“I do hope the day finds you well? I note Courtney was kind enough to get you a drink. There’s a small bin by the side of you if you need to deposit the tea-bag and help yourself to a cookie if you wish.”</strong><br/><br/>Flashing her a smile, I turned and slowly returned to my seat. Leaning back in my chair, I absently glanced at the information coming through on the screen of my laptop but covered the movement by running my fingers through my white-blonde hair.<br/><br/><strong>“Now then, you said something last night about wanting to bounce some things off me without being interrupted, so…what can I help you with?”</strong>