A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Although he was a foreigner, Dr. Meio spoke Chanaean fluently. One could not have guessed his nationality right just by listening to his impeccable accent.

Dr. Meio seemed to be able to read her mind like a book. He explained, “I came to Chanaea with my parents when I was ten, so I can speak good Chanaean. Please take a seat, Ms. Moore.”

Just like that, Arielle felt that he was quite clever.

As she sat opposite the doctor, he passed her a few sheets of paper. “This is a psychology questionnaire that I’ve created. I do think that it’s better than the generic survey used internationally. Go ahead and fill it out as we have a little chit-chat.”

“Okay.” Arielle nodded.

She took approximately an hour to complete the detailed survey.

“Please wait a moment,” uttered Dr. Meio. Few minutes later, he returned with an analysis in his hands and a confused look on his face. “Ms. Moore, from our conversations as well as the questionnaire report, there’s no issue with your mental health. In fact, you’re doing very well psychologically. The results show that you’re comparatively more assured, strong, and resolute than the majority. May I know why you are seeking consultation?”

Arielle hesitated, but decided to share all of the weird encounters she had experienced recently with the doctor.

more she described, the more peculiar

wrong,

nose, unsure how

“Ms. Moore, have you

Arielle denied, “No.”

Subsequently, he pursued further, “Ms. Moore, do you watch

don’t,” she replied. “Those are for people to kill time. Free

financial news… Wow, Ms. Moore, I can’t wrap my head around this. There’s no wonder your first reaction was to consult

mean by that?” Arielle was

ear to ear, Dr. Meio stood

Ms. Moore, you’re in

Trisha was sipping tea at the waiting

make the fourth

dashed to her and