----- Within session

[Tristan Cameron Hurst]

Tristan shut the door closed of his posh vehicle and strode past the parking area and into the school outtakes. The site had its familiarity, ever so poignantly evoking that he was already wonted to the routine of heading towards the edifices and climbing the usual set of stairs that conducted him straight into his counselling room. The man held his tablet closely to himself by the chest height for cursory looks every now and then, handling his portfolio with the other hand as he made his way through the threshold and bided a greeting gesture at every acquaintance of his that expected by the waiting room and the reception area. He swung open the door of his office which happened to be his place of work, as well and chucked his sunglasses over the table and unfold the reading glasses that rested by the desk surface upon some cluttered papers.

“ Oh well… let’s see. Who’s next on the list? ” he pinpointed with narrowing eyes as he clicked on the screen of his tablet and sought for the appointments file he had been sent last night. He skimmed off the contents and halted very now and then just to suss what his agenda for the day would be like. It was quite early, yet not at dawn. Somewhere close to twenty minutes past ten in the morning and his next appointment was due thirty minutes past ten. The man had 10 minutes of spare. Dr Hurst leant himself backwards on his seat and let his back moulded to the curved surface of the chair, taking both hands to his face as he inhaled deeply and slowly, letting it out after a couple of seconds. The list had been augmented and with just a respite for aliments he had an occupied schedule for the rest of the day.

Darting his gaze towards the littered surface, he handled a passel of sheets here and there and accommodated them in accord to his knowledge, just giving a quick revision to the expedient of the next patient ‘ Zola Palmer ’ he read aloud and couldn’t help but to roll his eyes followed by a smile. It would be that time of the day, yet again, where he would have to front her sybaritic behaviour towards him – it was nothing that he couldn’t cope with, and it actually helped to bloat his ego, just a smidge. He stowed the paper down and walked towards the door to open it again, “ You may now ingress, Miss Palmer ” he announced by the entrance and waited for her to enter before closing the door behind them.

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