I stride into one of the towering buildings, stepping into the elevator from the elegant marble lobby and pressing the button for the 52nd floor.

The sun has already set by the time I arrive, and the secretary has left for the day. I make my way down the polished parquet hallway and notice a soft glow emanating from Peter's clinic. I knock on the door.

"Come in, Cassie," Peter's voice calls from inside. He extinguishes his cigarette as I enter and settle into the plush leather sofa across from his polished mahogany desk. I snort derisively and light a cigarette of my own.

"You know, I don't mind if you smoke,"

"That would be unprofessional," He answers.

"And waiting for clients after hours isn't?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Well, not once you arrived at the scheduled time, Cassie."

"Yeah, sorry about that. But you should be grateful that I show up at all."

"I am," he replies, a faint smile playing at the edges of his stubble.

"So, how was your weekend?" he inquires.

"It all started with a threesome with Stephanie and Lora," I reply nonchalantly.

"Who's Lora?"

"Stephanie's best friend, and now Damien's girlfriend."

"That sounds complicated. Are you sure the events began with your threesome?"

I sigh. "Well, I was fooling around with Stephanie when Damien walked in with Lora."

"He walked into your room?"

"No, we were both in my father's room."

"The last time we spoke, you mentioned feeling more comfortable in your own room."

"Yes, but that's not the point."

"I'm sorry, I'm still struggling to grasp the sequence of events," Peter confesses, a note of confusion in his voice.

"Damien was hosting a party, and Stephanie came over. We were making out on the bed when Damien and Lora returned from the balcony. Damien was furious that I had disrupted his plans, but he eventually calmed down as we indulged in smoking and drinking from my father's stash."

I pause, taking a drag from my cigarette.

"Then John walked in and swiped the bottle. I told him to give it back, but he refused. So, we ended up fighting at the party downstairs."

"What kind of fight was it?" Peter inquires.

"A physical one," I respond.

"Did he hit you?"

"No, I landed a few punches to his face and kneed him in the stomach."

"How did he react?"

"He laughed."

"Okay. So, how did it all conclude?"

"Damien started yelling into the microphones, which disrupted the entire party."

"But Stephanie and Lora stayed?"

"Yes. I went upstairs with Stephanie and playfully handcuffed her to the bed. Then Damien walked in while we were engaged in our activities, as Lora had passed out downstairs. Just so you know, we were in my room."

"How do you feel about Damien consistently walking into such situations?"

"I don't lose my shit over it. I caught my father like a hundred times" I reply matter-of-factly.

"And you mentioned, in the past, trying to shield Damien in his childhood from your father's infidelities."

"You mean him and his buddies fucking hookers in the living room while mom is sick in the hospital?"

"I see. There's a distinction. Please continue."

"So, I played a little game with Stephanie before unlocking her handcuffs. In response, she flirted with John when we went downstairs."

"What kind of game was it?"

"I delayed giving her the key, making her believe that I might keep her restrained. It made her angrier than I had anticipated. But I suppose I appreciate that aspect of her."

"Was it a test?"

"In a way. Most games can be viewed as tests," I remark, and Peter nods in understanding.

"Did she pass?" he inquires, curiosity evident in his voice.

"I believe so. But in the end, it doesn't really matter. We broke up afterward."

"After what?"

"This morning, after spending the night with Katie while Stephanie was at my place."

"I thought the threesome involved Lora."

"Yes, it did. But last night, I slept with Katie in my father's room while Stephanie stayed in mine."

"Why did you sleep with Katie when Stephanie was at your place?"

"Honestly? Because I wanted to end things with Stephanie."

"Do you have feelings for Katie?"

I attempt to reflect on it, but my head involuntarily shakes from side to side, indicating a negative response.

"Why did you want to break up with Stephanie?"

"I'm not entirely sure... She's getting involved with John, but it's not solely about that. I no longer feel attracted to her, and these games we play no longer satisfy either of us."

"Those seem like valid reasons," Peter acknowledges.

"Yeah, I suppose so," I mutter, slowly extinguishing my cigarette.

"So, what else is on your mind?" Peter asks, his gaze unwavering.