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With a few more taps across the keyboard her notes were finished, printed then deleted from her computer in an unrecoverable fashion. Linda preferred not typing up notes at all if she could avoid it but sometimes in particularly intense sessions she wrote so fast parts were too messy to clearly make out. So, soon after, she typed them up and kept printed versions for later reference. After locking the notes away in her cabinet her intercom buzzed to let her know her next appointment had arrived-
Anton Satan.
Well, if that name didn’t raise an eyebrow, she jokingly told herself not to have sex with this patient (if they turned out to be anything like the other man who held a similar name) before chuckling off the notion and heading to the door. No man was like Lucifer after all.
She opened the door and greeted the man with a professional smile.
“Mr. Satan, if you’d like to come inside.” she gestured him in and closed the door behind him, “Can I get you something to drink, tea, coffee?”