Chapter 381

The back of the psychology practice was a little less ‘posh’ and a little more clinical compared to the front waiting area. The floors were carpeted all the way back, but the decor on the walls became a lot sparser and neutral, and other than what looked like a small coffee break area in the centre of the H-shaped layout, it was mostly just white walls and heavy oak doors.

“You a hockey fan, Robbie?” Doctor Samson asked as he led me through the halls.

“Not really,” I said. “I’ve been to a Knight game once, but that was a work thing. It was fun, but...”

“Not your thing,” the doctor chuckled, giving me a knowing look. “I feel the same way about football. Don’t hold it against me!”

“I’m not much of a football guy either,” I smirked a little. “I was a swimmer - I get excited about sports every two years when the Olympics come around, that’s about it.”

“Ah, a solo-sports kind of man,” he nodded, stopping at one of the big wooden doors that were furthest back in the building and opening it up. “I can definitely appreciate that.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” I said as I entered his office at his encouragement. “I like a fun pickup game or something, but actual competition always felt more real when it was me against another guy, or against myself.”

Doctor Samson’s office was as oddly weird as he was. The wall directly across from the doorway was almost entirely a big bank of windows looking out at a garden nestled into the back of the building. The windows, and the ones across the garden leading to what I assumed was another office in the building, were both heavily tinted to hide whoever was inside them. The wall to my left was a big display of photos and framed memorabilia, from his degrees to a mounted tie-dye shirt, a signed New York Yankees jersey, and a display of signed hockey pucks. The wall to my right had another window, though it didn’t dominate the entire surface, and he had a couple of tall potted plants in each corner.