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I had no idea why I was there.

That was the first thing that irritated me about the entire situation.

The second was that nobody at the hospital seemed interested in giving me a straight answer.

I stood outside the private consultation room with my hands buried in the pockets of my coat, watching a nurse disappear through another set of double doors while I tried to figure out why the hell I had agreed to come in the first place, when it was like it concerned Calloway Industries, cause it didn’t.

When I got here, I remember I even went as far as to ask the nurse whether...