BadForm
Bad attitude in any Form
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Thomas Delaney had a small office in the city. He was a therapist: a hypnotherapist to be precise. His price was low, but he never had any complaints from his clients. That said, his clients never found out his secret until it was too late.
"How is the recent sale working out?" He asked, speaking into the videophone on his desk which showed a bronzed-skinned man in a loose fitting shirt.
"Oh, she is good, senor. Her brother too." The man gasped as his image shuddered slightly on the screen. "Yes, her brother is very sweet..."
Thomas laughed. "You're a sick one Manuel, but I'm glad you like them. Talk to you later."
The buzzer on the door rang as the phone went dead, and Thomas stood with a smile. He had five clients at the moment, and was starting his day with a new one. No doubt she had some minor habit she was struggling with, just like most of them. He opened the door to allow his client to enter and greeted her.
"Good Morning, Ms..."
"How is the recent sale working out?" He asked, speaking into the videophone on his desk which showed a bronzed-skinned man in a loose fitting shirt.
"Oh, she is good, senor. Her brother too." The man gasped as his image shuddered slightly on the screen. "Yes, her brother is very sweet..."
Thomas laughed. "You're a sick one Manuel, but I'm glad you like them. Talk to you later."
The buzzer on the door rang as the phone went dead, and Thomas stood with a smile. He had five clients at the moment, and was starting his day with a new one. No doubt she had some minor habit she was struggling with, just like most of them. He opened the door to allow his client to enter and greeted her.
"Good Morning, Ms..."