Sự thoải mái của M. – Cô bé Brat – Liệu pháp gia đình

M.’s Comfort – Miss Brat – Family Therapy The sound of the chair scraping across the floor barely covered the ragged gurgle of Phillip Castor’s attempts to breathe. Phillip leaned forward, his hands pressed together as he gestured at Amber. It was a collection of large glass cylinders and spheres combined in an avant-garde design. You’re not in any danger. Of course, verification would be needed before we could honor the agreement in its entirety.”

Phillip brought a finger to his mouth and chewed on it worriedly as he stared at the contract. “Not at all, Mr. Yeah. “Thank you, officer,” Amber said without looking at the man. “Ah. If you’re prosecuted, we will make sure you’re well represented. “Seriously?”

“Yes,” Amber said. Before the officer could reply, the doors slid open, and the pair left the elevator, took a right, and headed down a corridor well-lit in a warm, incandescent glow. Once done, she pulled out another wet wipe and ran it over the table’s surface and her chair. You can keep one and pursue prosecution if you choose. “Yes, well… this used to be a hospital, you see,” Amber said, staring at the floor indicator above the door. “Officer Estes should be here in a few minutes with Mr. “However, in your case, the legality of your agreement with the late Colin Gerrard is… tenuous at best.