The Facilitators --- pt.I

I pulled a new paper cup from the dispenser as the door slammed behind me. "Busy day?" Claudia asked from behind the receptionist desk, bony fingers snatching the chart from my outstretched hand. "It is that time of the year."

I walked back over to the water cooler and pushed down on the lever, allowing the cup to be filled with ice cold water. "Sometimes I wonder if these buggers will ever learn." I replied, loosening my tie and undoing the top button of my shirt. It's always so god damn hot in here. I took a long sip of water, allowing my thoughts to linger as the cool liquid made its way down my throat. Not like that helped much.

A flashing red light brought me back to the office, alerting me that there was work to be done. The printer next to Claudia began to shoot out paper, which was then stuffed expertly into a chart and thrusts at me. "Looks like today's not that day," she said, a slight smirk on her face.

I tossed the cup in the trash, buttoned my shirt, and tightened my tie. "And tomorrow doesn't look too good either," I replied, grabbing the chart from her. Female. 17. Looked like a school shooting. These buggers really don't learn, do they? I snapped the chart closed and walked over to the door. I could hear Claudia clacking away at the keyboard and I opened the door, crossing into the threshold of a small office room.

The door closed behind me, cutting off any sounds from the lobby, as I dropped the chart on the table. I collapsed into the chair, observing my next client. A lanky brunette, blue eyed and dusted with freckles sat opposite me. Fashionably dressed. Perfectly manicured fingernails. Deer in headlights expression. She really doesn't know what hit her, does she?