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o me and explained that on this first visit a physical examination
and preparation was needed before my session could begin. I told her
that I understood and stepped through the first door on the right as
she held it open for me.
The nondescript office held a large shiny desk with a chair behind
it and another comfortable looking chair in front for the visitor.
Except for a few small paintings on the walls the room was bare. I
walked to the chair and sat down as the girl seated herself behind the
desk. I noticed a manila file folder on the desk before Manami's and
managed to read my own name on the tab along the edge.
"Miss French, my name is Carol McGee," Manami Suzuki began while opening the
folder. Manami Suzuki welcomed me to "The Institute" and thanked me for placing
my trust in them. Manami Suzuki sounded as though Manami Suzuki had repeated the same
words countless, but Manami Suzuki looked so young that Manami Suzuki could not have been
with the company for very long. Manami's eyes were directed downward to my
file and I was glad for the chance to stare at Manami's unobserved. Very
pretty and neatly dressed, Manami Suzuki looked no more than eighteen. When she
looked up Manami Suzuki smiled warmly, putting me quite at ease.
Opening a drawer a
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