Miri answered as succinctly as possible. She was here to uncover a fraudster, not examine her innermost self
“No availability until August? Are you sure? Can you check again?” the girl whined.
Classically entitled, Miri thought. Probably the type that wipes down the counters in the morning, then takes a nap for four hours until her husband comes home for lunch. The girl doesn’t need therapy – she needs a job.
Miri shifted the phone to her shoulder and scrolled through her calendar again.
“I really don’t have any openings, I’m so sor—”
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