Athena was talking to a patient when her door was rudely kicked open.
Her patient, whom she was counseling, shouted apprehensively, startled out of his bones.
He was an aged man, about sixty five years old.
The tension on his face caused Athena great discomfort.
She hated her patients being disturbed in her space, especially when she was talking to them or treating them.
Every time, she made sure they were comfortable, yet Ewan and his stupid fiancée had broken that streak now.
Athena flexed her fists while apologizing to the old man who kept staring at Ewan.
"I'm sorry for the intrusion, sir. You can take your leave now. We'll discuss more in our next meeting."
"Will you be okay?" The patient asked, darting glances between the intruders and his doctor.
"Should I send in the security guards? I don't want you to be hurt."
Sandro was amused, yet pleased about Athena's reputation among her patients.
