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Julie arrived at the hospital, energized after that wonderful night with Keith. She felt as if all her doubts about Keith had just flown away. It probably helped that he had been disappointed after the séance with Mrs. Jagarmata, and Julie’s mothering instinct had risen to the surface; she just felt she had to comfort that broken boy. So finally we can make this love between professionals work, she thought, though so many of my colleagues warned against it.
She had to be at her boss’s office at 8:30. He had summoned her on her day off, and she didn’t have a clue why. It must have been something very urgent that it couldn’t wait until her next morning shift two days later.
She was not anxious, but she explicitly hated that padded door. An employee could only end up here two ways—being
