119. The One Where I Reject Him

"Come again?" Dr. Sha asked, her hands flying from right to left, hitting the ping pong ball with the red colored bat.

Hitting with my bat, I tried to dodge her attempts to make me lose a point. "Why are we playing ping pong?"

"Don't you get bored staying in a room?"

"Kind of."

But this wasn't what I had expected when she called for an outside meeting instead in her building's cabin. I had thought a café maybe, or someplace quiet but she had surprised by calling me to a club and assured nobody would come in this room.

"Your dad was ready to allow it."

"His friend owns the club," I mumbled dryly, the sound of the hitting echoing in the four walls.

"And he loves you," She pointed out, smashing the ball and before I could hit, it flew from my side. "And you lost a point."

"Funny," Grumbling, I walked to one of the corners, picked the ball and started the game again. The sweat had started forming on the forehead, my grip on the handle of the bat was losing, my wrists were aching. What was