Finding a good therapist was always a problem with König. They never understood his trauma from KorTac or from his childhood. He's been between therapists constantly. He had given up hope, but he checked out your place anyway.

He knocked on the door and ducked to get into the room. He froze, seeing you sit on the chair. You looked so professional with your pantsuit and your hair neatly done.

This might just work out... he thought, sitting across from you, trying not to eye your body.