Your Pain Is My Comfort

Special

Dr. Morgan's POV

I groaned in satisfaction as I leaned my head back. My dopamine level is as high as when an addict smokes for the first time of the day. I turned off the recording and fixed my pants.

I grabbed a towel out of my drawer and cleaned up my mess. As I threw the towel in the basket that was in the corner of the room, my office door opened. I looked up to see Violet walking in with a smile. "If you needed help, I would have happily been at assist," she bit her bottom lip and I mentally rolled my eyes.

"I had enough help from Ms. Wilson's voice," I sat up straight and opened my computer. I could feel her eyes on me the entire time and I was tempted to yell at her but held back. The fact that I haven't fired her yet is surprising. Usually I only keep my receptionist until they get useless. Until their technique gets boring.

The only reason I'm keeping her for this long is because although I can't stand when she opens her mouth, it does wonders when it is open.

"Call Aaron and tell him I need those reports within the next five minutes," she didn't bother commenting on Ms. Wilson because she knew that she expendable. She silently nodded her head and left. I leaned forward on to my desk and sighed.

Vennessa.

I chuckled to myself as I recalled the name the innocent young'un called me. My name is something I keep sacred. Your name is how people refer to you, what they know about you, everything. Your name reveals more about you than you think. Something just as simple as your name is how people find out things about you that no one should know but you.

Even if I did tell someone my name, which I never will, they would have to be a hella of a person. The only people who know my name is my sister, unfortunately, and my parents. Only because they named me.

My door soon opened and quickly shut. I'd don't bother on looking up and just sighed. "What the hell did I tell you about coming into my office without asking?!" A file was slammed on my table and I looked up to see

Aaron with a large grin.

"Read em and weep," I rolled my eyes and picked up the file. I looked through it to see pictures of the young girl with a redhead. They seemed close. A little too close.

I looked at the report to see the redhead was named Paige. 22, born in Kentucky, has a brother and mom who lives in England. Nothing seemed special about her.

Thoughts of what Olivia told me this afternoon hit me. "You're not special" I won't admit it and I never will but what she said hit something inside me. It was for a split second, to the point I didn't even know what it was at the moment.

"You don't ask for this kind of information about any of the other ones. What's so special about this girl?" I continued to look through the photos.

She was smiling in this one. Her teeth were perfectly straight and white. She appeared to look genuinely happy. I couldn't stop looking at her. She had brown eyes, which I never noticed, that just seemed to draw me in. She had a diamond pendant on her neck that had the letter A engraved. Her jawline was sharp, her body was curved in every right way, and her hair flowed flawlessly over her shoulders.

"Absolutely nothing,"