Another doctor's report

IVAN
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I had tried to sleep, but despite the throbbing in my head and the resounding echo of pain in my chest, I could not bring myself to close my eyes to sleep, neither could I silence the thoughts in my head. I frowned as I tossed and turned in my bed.
Only the creator could have saved Ian from my claws. I was already prepared to put an end to his sorry excuse of a life. The government of Italy would have been grateful to me for getting rid of one of their biggest drug chain links.
It was strange how he did not look like it, but my brother was the epitome of the word "dangerous" and that was because he did not look it! At all!
At first glance, anyone would think I was the monster between the both of us. I could not tell if that mattered, but it had always bothered me.
And today? Once again he had ended up making me look like that monster. I was the one who had a gun pressed to a man's head and he was the victim. No one, neither Camilla nor Antonio knew the gravity of what he had done, what he had tried to do to me.
He must have thought he had succeeded, but I would he damned if I allowed him take away everything father and I had worked so hard for while he frolicked and took his teenage rebellion more seriously than he did his future.
I rose up from my bed, despite the pounding ache in my head and rushed to my wardrobe.
Elina said my medical reports had leaked, but I could not understand how.
I was the only one who knew where they were kept.
I opened my wardrobe and tucked my head inside. I found the box underneath my box of sneakers and pulled it out.
I opened the lid and found my report staring back at me, so how did it ever get to my board in the first place?
Perhaps, he had bribed one of my previous doctors to give him a copy?!
My hands flew to my head as I stood straight. I rubbed my palms against the creases of my forehead in a bid to think.
I needed to try to clear my head. It was Thursday already, I needed a counter attack plan before Monday.
What could I do that could possibly refute a doctor's report?
I continued to pace around my room, racking my brain ever so eagerly.
An idea flashed through my mind after a few minutes.
My answer was here! Right here! With me!
Another doctor's report!
Camilla's smile lit up in my head immediately.
Camilla, I needed Camilla.
I moved towards my phone on my study table, picked it up and dialed Antonio's number. He picked up at the first ring.
"Sir?"
"Get me the doctor. I need to see her, now."
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CAMILLA
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"Mister Ivan has requested to see you."
I looked up from my bed and found Antonio frowning down at me - that was becoming a normal sight . I rose from my bed with my fingers crossed behind my back. It was no use asking him why, I knew he would not tell me. I could only begin to think and ponder on my own as I stepped out of my room and stood in front of the door directly opposite mine.
I wondered if Antonio had told mister Ivan that I walked into his green room. I wondered if he wanted to fire me. That would be a shame, I risked my relationship with my best friend to be here, I couldn't lose everything so easily.
I took a bold step into the room behind Antonio. I found mister Ivan seated on a couch at the far end of his polished room, right beside a fancy aquarium. He looked carelessly handsome, in a stressful her. His dark blonde hair was disheveled, and the bags underneath his eyes did nothing but accentuate the beauty of the sea blue nature of his orbs.
No matter what he did and how he did it, this man was always so…dashing.
"Leave us be, Antonio."
Mister Ivan said out loud. I noticed the butler hesitate, cast me a long stare before he tore his gaze away from me and left.
I could swear I heard mister Ivan chuckle behind him.
When the door closed, it dawned on me that it was just us in the room.
I know what you're thinking. I had been in other rooms alone with him, so why was this any different?
There was something intimate about a man of his nature and a woman of mine being in the same room together.
Especially when the woman of my nature was so drawn to a man of his.
He rose up from his couch and stood, moving towards me.
"Doctor Camilla, I need your help." He blurted out, and I blinked twice.
Well, that was…straight to the point.
I did not know if his statement made me happy or sad.
A part of me was beginning to wish that after the small…well, intimacy we had, things would have become less formal.
But, if wishes were horses, beggars would always ride.
I cleared my throat and placed both hands at my sides.
"And what would you need my help with?"
He stopped directly in front of me, hovering above my short frame with his tall one. I noticed how my head stopped underneath the second button of his shirt.
Damn.
"I would need you to get a report ready for me. Something occured and my company has threatened to throw me off the board with claims that I am…" I noticed him swallow hard, before he continued.
"...mentally unfit to head the board and to chair my company, my own company."
The pain was evident in his voice, and clear in his eyes.
But, what he was asking of me…
"You want me to forge a report?" I asked. I needed to be clear about what he wanted.
First, he made me live with him, which was a huge threat to my license.
And now? Now he wanted to me fake a report saying he was healthy enough to lead?
When would the list of criminal activities he made me involve in end?
What would he ask me to do next? Check his friends out of an asylum?!
"Forge?" I noticed how his eyes darkened, before dissolving into a soft expression.
He stood up straight, but kept his eyes on mine.
"Do you really believe that I am mad? You believe that I am mentally unstable and cannot head a company I built? You think I should be ripped off everything just because a human like myself called me crazy?"
No. He was doing it.
The one thing I did not ever want to experience; being put in a tight corner.
Rule number one of psychotherapy; never make your patients feel crazy or mad, or anything at all.
I was going to have to break that rule and lose both my job and maybe even him. Or keep that rule and stand a chance of losing my license.
I had to think carefully. It was a choice I could not come back from.
Before I could speak, his left hand rose up to my face and cupped my right cheek. My skin tingled at his touch whole my eyes flickered up to his in shock.
He had embraced me, held my hand, rested on my shoulder, but this one couldn't be because he was tired. He touched me, because he wanted to.
"Please. My life, my life depends on this."
I found myself staring into his eyes. Our faces were barely an inch away from each other's. His hot breath fanned my nose, I could hear the sound of his ragged breathing, feel the rhythm of his heartbeat. If we came close, just a bit closer, our lips could touch and we could…
The door swung open immediately.
I jerked backwards, while mister Ivan stood straight and tucked his hands into his pocket.
Antonio stared at us, then closed the door and left.
That man was strange, but what was more strange was my heart pounding against my chest.
I turned back to mister Ivan, only to see his eyes fixed on mine.
With a hitched breath, I sighed and exhaled. Between a rock and a hard place, I chose a hard place.
"Fine, I'll help."
His eyes brightened, a wide smile crept up to his lips.
My heart skipped three beats at once.
This man. This man was beautiful.