Her phone rang and as soon as she saw the caller ID, she put the phone in meeting mode, then flight mode. It was her long time friend Bisi. Probably trying again to get her to come to some bible study meeting or the other. She smirked at the thought of it. She didn’t understand why some people couldn’t just accept that religion wasn’t for everyone. It’s called Tolerance. Not that she didn’t go to church herself, she went every other Sunday but the whole holy gholistic spirikokolife wasn’t just her thing and she doubted it ever was going to be. She climbed the flight of stairs to her floor and got into her office. She sat at her desk and went through the folders of her scheduled clients for the week. Three people in total. She picked up her phone and was going through her mail when a message came in from Dr Robinson. He was one of the few people who believed in her abilities as a good therapist. She opened the mail and it was the information on the newest client that had been referred to her from South Africa. She skimmed through her profile and smiled. Nigerian, twenty two years old, graduate, amnesia caused from an accident…this was going to be an exciting journey for her. She wondered though why the client hadn’t called yet. She remembered Dr Robinson claiming to have giving the client her number. Just as she decided to call the client with the contact information provided in the folder, her table top telephone rang.