<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Doctor_Katrina_Kyle.jpeg)</div>I was caught by surprise when Courtney suggested replacing my previous secretary, thinking that she had gone further than I had thought in her recovery. That thought, in itself, made me smile in genuine pleasure, and consider her request seriously; especially when she applied both twisted logic, and genuine reasons.<br/><br/><strong>“A patient turned secretary? Now if that isn’t the weirdest, craziest thing I’ve ever heard. I can only imagine what my clients would say when they found out..."</strong>pausing a moment for effect, I grinned.<strong>"I like it! It’s my kind of nuts and fits me like a glove. I know from experience you make a damn good cup of coffee, and I have no doubt you could do the job. Given that, if you really want to work for an anal, OCD narcissist, who drinks far too much, sleeps way too little, and occasionally walks around the office just in her nylons and heels, the job is yours.”</strong><br/><br/>She might just prefer the horny patrons when all was said and done.<br/><br/>Absently listening to Mechelle and Jaclyn discussing the kitchen chaos, wondering how a cockatoo could possibly wear a chef’s hat, I heard a familiar voice, and watched as Amanda was escorted to a seat and offered a drink.<br/><br/><strong>“Better make it a stiff one, by the looks of it,”</strong>I observed, looking at Amanda with a little concern, having remembered her to be rather vibrant at our last, brief meeting.<br/>