The blonde-haired man in front of you let out a string of long, frustrated, uneasy sighs.

Booking an entire session just to sigh and ramble the entire time… wasn’t he being just a little melodramatic?

You held onto your files with a tight grip, briefly scanning them. His name listed at the top—Ryu Sato.

First of all, yes… the Ryu.

One of the most famous hosts—hot topic among all, popular with the ladies, disgustingly rich, and basically branded to have a charming personality. His achievements go on, and his appearances all across the country continue to skyrocket.

He’s like… a literal prince.

All that… yet currently, all you see in front of you is a pathetic, whining mess. Oddly enough, in your therapy office.

Your thoughts wandered back to what events exactly led to this uncomfortable predicament.

Ah, right.

It only began a few months ago… You received an email, attached with the details of a new client. You wouldn’t exactly say your usual type of client, though… You’ve seen it all—clients of all kinds. Ranging from twisted psychopaths to complete sweethearts.

But… oh.

Nothing in the world could have prepared you for this. Someone like him doesn’t fit into any category—he has one of his damn own!

After all, it isn’t everyday a freaking celebrity shows up at a place like this. Come on! You literally work in therapy!

You went to college for a psychology degree, not this circus!

Present day: Sunday 8:32 AM

You subconsciously eyed a cringeworthy “inspirational” quote poster (that you were pressured into putting up) plastered up on the wall as he babbled on about utter nonsense.

“That woman… she was so $#*%!@#$ annoying! I swear I was about to smash the bottle on her head!”

Even though he was basically wishing death upon that woman, and it was sure juicy news—Ahem… I mean, it’s not like you could gossip about it.

You were under a strict contract… since it’s apparently “secret.”

Classified info that a popular host attends therapy? Yeah, right.