Chapter 3 Three

Since first impressions mattered and she fancied it, Kambili drove to the mall to get her patient a gift. She didn't know what to get at first but she ended up getting cookies and wheat bread, then bought a fancy pack and packaged the gifts before driving to the location that the doctor had given her.

Using Google Maps, Kambili drove to the location that Dr. Fred had given her. The place was both a bookstore. Though it looked very pretty and exquisite, she wondered why the exquisite arrangement was just for reading and buying books.

Grabbing the packaged gift and her handbag, Kambili began to walk into the transparent building. A seat number had also been indicated on the piece of paper. When she got in, she walked her way to the seat number, looking out for her patient. The tables had numbers indicated above them.

There were lots of people moving around the arena. There were also seats and tables. Some of the seats were occupied by people who were reading.

Kambili walked diligently, swaying her hips side to side with a straightened posture as she went closer to the seat number. A young man was sitting at the table where she was supposed to be meeting her patient. A fine-chiseled black man, with a black shirt, a pair of blue trousers to match, and some neck chains.

He looked very calm and collected. There was a book on the table, its name she didn't understand, and a large brown envelope too. He was crossing his legs and his hands on his lap.

"He must have sent his son to meet me," she thought to herself before going over to sit down. She had only assumed her patient was going to be an elderly man.

"Good day," she said while sitting down, but the man did not respond. She ignored him. She watched his eyes savor her like she was their best meal, but she ignored them.

"I'm sorry, but I'm supposed to be meeting my patient here. Where is he?" She asked, placing the gift package on the table and bringing out the file from her bag. She still hasn't looked at the file. Michael stared at her without saying a word to her.

"Are you his son or?" She asked since he was younger than what she expected.

"You are late," he said, flexing a deep, textured voice. "You haven't even read that file in your hand" He eyed the file in her hand.

Kambili wanted to get upset with the way he spoke to her. She saw it as rude and annoying. But she couldn't allow herself to get upset. He was right. Why hasn't she read the file? Without saying a word to him, she began to open the file and began to read through it.

Kambili swallowed, hard and dry. How could she have missed checking the file the moment she got it from the hospital? She immediately blamed the circumstances surrounding the situation. And Dr. Fred should have at least prepped her.

Slowly, she looked up at the man. The man was her patient. She was certain he looked the age stated in the file.

"I'm so sorry. You are so young," she said. "I wasn't expecting..."

"A fine, sexy young man? I get." The confidence in his tone stirred up anger inside of her. It made her feel annoyed.

"I mean," she said, clearing her throat. "I mean, I wasn't expecting you to be this young. But I'm sorry for the confusion," she said very calmly.

No matter how arrogant she thought the man was, she didn't want to mind. She didn't want to get upset with him either. She still needed him to have a very good impression of her. She had already messed up the first one. She didn't want anything to defy her chances of getting the job.

Michael's eyes moved from her hair to her lips and to the gift package on the table, then back to her again.

She should have been disgusted by him, by the way his eyes moved up and down her body, but she wasn't. All she cared about was getting the job. She didn't want to care if he checked her out or whatever the hell he was doing. So she did her best to avoid eye contact with him.

"Erm, sorry about that too. You shouldn't eat that," she said, forcing out a wide but embarrassing smile as she pushed the package aside.

"All of these won't happen again. I promise, Mr...." She peered into the file again. "Mr. Michael"

"Of course, it shouldn't. I hate tardiness," his reply was cold and kind of threatening. His expression held out an authority that she admired and hated at the same time.

His tone made her feel intimidated.

"I hope Dr. Fred is right about you because I trust him." The guy said and pushed the brown envelope towards her "This is the contract; you can go through it," he said, handing her an enveloped document.

"Contract?" She was confused about why they needed a contract. Wasn't she just supposed to be his doctor and help with his diet?

"Yes. You'll move in with me. Didn't Dr. Fred say that?"

She was confused. Dr. Fred didn't mention any of that.

"You'll monitor everything I eat from now on." He added.

He was being too straightforward, and she didn't like it.

"Do I have to move in with you?" Kambili asked hoping she sounded very polite with her question.

There was silence.

"I'm a married woman," she added thinking of her husband and her marriage. Will Aaron let her?

On the other hand, she didn't want to lose her first client as a doctor. She didn't want any problem with Aaron nor did she want to lose the job. She needed the money. They needed the money.

"I love a very private life." He said. "Just go through the contract and get back to me. My email is there. Now, if you'll excuse me," he stood up, adjusted his collar, and walked out of the library with his book in his hand. Kambili stared at the document on the desk. What would she do?