Chapter 92: The Calm Before the Storm III
Sometime 21 years ago.
Dr. Kevin Martin was considered an expert on Child Psychology. The 36-year-old man sat in his office, writing notes on one of his patients. He turned towards the landline on his desk when it rang, he pressed the answer button and speaker.
"Yes?" He said, knowing the call was coming from the front desk based on the number on the small screen.
"Dr. Martin, Dr. Murdoch is here to see you." Clara the receptionist informed him,
"Okay, send him in please," he said, making his final notes on the file. After finishing he closed the file and placed it back alphabetically in the drawer.
He heard a knock on his wooden door seconds after, "Come in." He said, and an older man in his 60’s walked in, with graying and thinning hair. He wore a nice blue suit and looking through his spectacles, his green eyes held wisdom, Kevin thought. Carl smiled at the younger man, offering his hand to him.
Kevin shook his hand and gestured for him to take a seat across his table.
"What can I do for you, Dr. Murdoch?" Kevin asked, getting to business. He had received a call from him a week ago, asking for an appointment saying he’d like to hire him to be his granddaughter’s shrink.
Kevin refused, of course, saying he was currently working on a Research he did in Laos. He was a very busy man, which is a fact and he had no time to spare to study a toddler without any good basis. He had recommended names, which Dr. Murdoch refused to, but thanked him otherwise. Still, the older man insisted on the phone to meet him in person. Kevin adamantly agreed, and there they were in his office.
Dr. Murdoch handed him the folder in his hand, thick Kevin noted. And upon his inspection, it was a file of a child. Kevin raised a curious brow at the older doctor, "Your granddaughter I presume?" he said, earning a nod.