At 3:45 P.M., Vicky walked back into Maggie’s outer office.
“Good afternoon,” Alison greeted her. “Let me tell Dr. Thomason you’re here.” She picked up her phone and pressed Maggie’s intercom number.
“Ms. Forrester is here…. Yes.” She looked up at Vicky. “You can go right in,” she said. She pointed to Maggie’s door.
Vicky thanked her and walked to the office. She opened the door and went in.
“Pleased to meet you,” Maggie began, standing and extending her hand to shake Vicky’s.
“Nice to meet you, Dr. Thomason. I’m sure you know why I’m here.”
Maggie gestured to the chair in front of her desk.
“You’re checking on Cameron.” She sank back down into her chair as Vicky sat, too.
“Yes. She missed an appointment last week.”
“Yes, I know. She was going to call you. I guess she forgot.”
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