Chapter Twelve
The witch doctor sat in her super plush office feeling exhausted. Pressing her tired eyes with her fingers, she lowered her head for a moment, lifted it level staring at what she thought was the most intelligent, beautiful and troubled young woman she had ever met.
She was the most expensive as well as the most sought after psychiatrist in Las Vegas.
Her office near “The Venetian” the super chic, very expensive hotel that also housed ornate offices was beyond reproach in décor and furnishings. Teak paneled walls, lush brown carpeting, over stuffed couches and chairs as well as chrome and black smoked glass tables as well as her world class desk, made her rich clients feel right at home. The view from her office window, which lazed down the entire length of “The Strip” tol
