Ian stood at Cara’s door and felt a knot forming in his stomach. To say he was irritated at being here would be like calling a Nausicaan warm and cuddly. It had nothing to do with the woman on the other side of the door. He would have felt this way regardless of who it was. It was the idea someone at a desk a million light-years away thought it would be a good idea for him to dump his dirty laundry all over the floor and then miraculously feel less stress. Still, orders were orders and the parameters of the referral stated it was time for his annual evaluation, so here he was. Hitting the door chime, he waited.

Ian Bordeaux CDO