[she lets him vent it out, lets the words exist, roll over her, and mulls them in her mind. she goes to the door of the exam room, and locks it, for the sake of something to do with her hands. and then, Emily sits in the chair, looking up at him.]
Would you like my sincere input, Mr. Sakamoto, or would you like to continue facing this problem your way?
[she hadn't asked before. but she knows he'll hate what she has to say.]
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Would you like my sincere input, Mr. Sakamoto, or would you like to continue facing this problem your way?
[she hadn't asked before. but she knows he'll hate what she has to say.]