Peppers POV.
Knock, knock.
"Yes, who is-"
Before I could finish asking, the door swung open.
In walked a being who definitely had that closet people would die for. The sharp black jacket with a ironed suit underneath. He even matched his gills to his outfit.
"Miss Thompson?"
"Yes, that's me. Has something happened?"
EveryBeing Association (EBA)
Name: Nell Stor
Position: Agent
Number: ******
He showed me his badge. He worked for the EveryBeing Association-an organization that works with all beings and reports directly to the Time Council to arrest all villainous entities.
"I'm here regarding your patients."
"Yes, what about them?"
"Do you know who Startram is? Or Scavenger? Well, they're all villains. Villains attend your session."
My patients are villains? This can't be happening. My life just stabilized, and now this? Ugh. Someone save me from this mess. Why couldn't I have any heroes for patients? Why villains!?
"...So what you're saying is that some of my patients are villains? The scary ones who hurt innocent civilians on the road?"
"Yes, that's why you must come with me and tell us everything they've told you."
" I can't. My sessions are a safe place for everyone and... I signed a NDA."
Why did I have to put that ad up that says I sign NDA's!? No other therapist needed to do that. NDA's can't even be broken by any government. I seriously need to make better choices in life.
"You signed a NDA!? Wasn't it enough to just say you won't tell anyone?"
"No, that's why I have so many patients."
"Still come. I have to take you to headquarters."
What if they take me to headquarters and throw me in jail? If I go to jail, my life's ruined. Once people realize I've gone to jail, no one will come for any sessions anymore. Then I won't have a job to rely on which means no income and no one will probably hire me since I have a criminal record!
"...Ok but... I won't go to jail or anything right? And can I take Guacamole with me? She's my dog."
I point to her to make it more clear. In case, he's one of the less... intelligent agents.
"I can't make any promises but yes, you can take your dog. Now, follow me."
I rushed to get Guacamole. And before I forgot, I locked the doors-I will not have this place robbed even if there's nothing important here. Why is he walking so fast? Maybe I just have short legs. Probably do.