Michelle
There were very few things I could be convinced about. Usually, when my mind was set on something, I tended to latch on and never let go. One such thing was my old receptionist, Jason. For some arbitrary reason, he had refused to leave.
"This is the only place I get to do whatever the f**k I want," he said, flipping his finger off at the new receptionist in front of a patient.
"This," I pointed at him, "This is the exact reason why you need to go," I said slowly, causing the entire room to go silent.
The truth was, I was tired. My mind had been constantly occupied by none other than Williams.
"I need you to go, Jason," I said, rubbing my temples and feeling a full headache rising behind my eyebrows.
"Can't believe this," he smacked his forehead. "It's Jonas. My name is Jonas
