I remain vigilant as Dr. Green attempts to regain her composure.
"Margaret is just one of my clients."
She insists, but her voice wavers, and a bead of sweat forms on her brow.
"She's nothing more to me than a psychologist-patient relationship."
I notice her hand subtly inching towards her phone. Before she can complete the call, the device jams—thanks to the IT team's preemptive hack into the office's network.
Her eyes widen with a mix of frustration and fear.
"Dr. Green."
I says, leaning forward with a calm yet firm demeanor,
"Why don't we continue our conversation? I'd really like to know more about how you know Margaret."
It must be that her phone is jammed and she realizes she can't make the call to hit some kind of a backup, her demeanor shifts dramatically.
She starts getting violently defensive, her voice rising.
