“So,” Mr. Montgomery begins, “before we start, would you like something to drink? Water perhaps? Something else?”I say, “No, sir, thank you for offering.”“I would like it if you called me Julius,” he informs me. “I feel Mr. Montgomery is too…formal. If we’re to work together, then I would like for us to get to know each other very well.”I smile and nod. “Of course.”Right off the bat, I can tell that this man isn’t what I expected him to be. When they mentioned an older patient, I thought they meant that he would be senile or something. That’s not the case because this man is very sharp. Too sharp. He’s not even that old. In fact, I don’t like the way he’s studying my face nor how his gaze keeps lingering on my chest area. A terrible feelings develops in my gut area and suddenly, I understand why the position wasn’t taken yet. It was too good to be true, and usually when that happens, it means that it probably is. “You’re certainly overdressed,” he tells me matter-of-factly. I l
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