At that moment, the door to the office opened and in walked a man. And he looked pretty angry, clutching the magazine Nick had been looking at (and changing) earlier.
"Candy, what the hell do you think you're doing?" the man demanded. "You can't just leave your porn magazines in the waiting room like that. I don't want people to think ..."
"Oh, that's not hers," Nick said.
The man turned and looked at him, registering for the first time that he was in the room. "Who the hell are you?"
"I could ask the same question."
"I'm Dr. William Rutherford. This is my office."
"Oh, so you're the replacement therapist," Nick said, realizing. "I was kind of hoping it would be another woman."
"Replacement? This is my own business. I started it myself. There's never been another therapist working here," William said. "And, may I ask why a woman would be better at giving therapeutic advice than a man?"
"Oh, advice wasn't what I was thinking about. I just thought it would be nicer to look at a woman instead of a man."
William looked annoyed. "So am I to assume that this is yours?" he asked, waving the entertainment-turned-porn mag in the air.
"Well ..." Nick began.
