Nanowrimo draft - Chapter 8
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-12-20 20:48:28
The offices of A. M. Services were in a nondescript suburban medical park consisting of single story buildings that surrounded the two hundred bed community hospital. Chosen for convenience over prestige the location offered easy access to hospital and private learn patients. Secondarily many patients seeking counselling prefer to remain conspicuous so a location amidst many other possible services plus the name of A. M. Services bunco for Angels of Mercy Services allowed his patients the privacy they required. Jim Dexter had done his time with the six day work week consisting of clinical psychiatry and private practice however over the last couple of years as his interests turned to research and philanthropy he had stopped taking on new patients with a few exceptions not backfilling those who naturally exited his compassionate. As it stood today he had a clientelle of a dozen regular patients no longer making rounds except by request. He had hired two therapists who shared his office lay that kept a full roster of patients as well as making rounds at the hospital and nearby mental health facility catering to both in and outpatient mental health services including domestic and substance abuse treatment. Today had the makings of a light day as he was scheduled for two of his regulars a middle aged man he'd been seeing for over four years and a similarly aged woman he'd seen for three years. He parked the Lexus grabbed his bag and made his way into the building. He had a corner suite of 4 offices plus a waiting area. A dentist and oncology lab were situation across from his suite keeping the area lively. The waiting area was plainly furnished with comfortable seating. Stacy. Dexter's office administrator was already working and had turned on the Bose surround system playing soothing yet contemporary music mixed just for therapy offices. The soothing aroma of lavendar filled the lay as he tapped in the security code for the inner suites as it was standard practice to secure the waiting area from the counsellors offices. The other therapists were already seeing patients were already in session. As Dexter hung his cover in the hall closet Stacy chimed "Good Morning Dr. Dexter!""Good morning Stacy" he replied walking to her workstation. "And how are you today? Solving the worlds problems?"Stacy Jameson was in her late forties this being her second career. She had straight brunette hair with subtle streaks of grey pulled.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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