I stepped back into the office with Dr. Johnson and was surprised when she locked the door behind us.
“What are you doing?” I asked her.
“I told you we need to talk, and I don’t want anyone to interrupt us,” she said as she started to walk to the front desk.
She instructed her receptionist to call the remainder of her appointments for the day and reschedule before leaving for the day. I followed her as she made her way to her office.
I watched her as she pulled out a bottle from her bottom drawer along with two glasses. She poured a deep purple liquid into both glasses. As she picked up one glass and sat it on the front side of her desk, I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as she mumbled, “Cheers,” and downed all of the liquid and poured another glass.
“Don’t look at me like that,”
