I took another sip, starting to gulp it down, he let me and poured me more.We talked a bit more, but then it grew silent and the moment felt oddly ten...e. “Harper,” He said, but he didn’t say it like the other times he said my name. This time it was deeper, more primal sounding. I met his eyes and they bore into mine, not allowing me to look away. I blushed. “Your gorgeous when you blush,” He said, that same low tone. I didn’t know what to say, I just sat there, probably blushing more, and then. "Aaron Freitas stood, his face angry. "You are a patient, Mrs. Mayer. You have no power to dismiss me. You cannot take me off this case." Watch me," Mom said.The shrink's face twitched for a few moments. Then he left.Her mother and father left too, after a few enjoyable minutes spent roundly abusing the moron psychologist; they promised to return that night, when they had the time. They also made her promise not to tell the replacement shrink anything until they showed up. But the replacement. The mere fact that the U.S. President in her wisdom had appointed a woman as the ambassador was insensitive enough, but to try to push junk food and drink on his country was just too bad."Your Magnificence," she started, "Why have your guards prevented my advisors from coming in to the meeting?" Mr. Ambassador," he said, intending to put her off balance, and watched her wince slightly, "Your advisors are not needed today. Today I will tell you exactly what is going to happen to trade between. "Oh… I'm not worried about a thing. Nothing bad is going to happen," Whitney replied automatically. Seeing the hour was up, she stood and began to gather up her things. "Ok, that's $500 for the hour, Mark." I believe you're mistaken, young lady," Mark said, probing her mind once more. "I paid you when you first arrived, remember?"She blinked twice, then replied, "I'm so sorry, I'm mistaken. I remember you paid me when I first arrived." Wonderful. You have a good evening, my dear," Mark.