I leaned forward slightly in the comfortable armchair and asked, "What is it, Doctor… that you want to know?"
Doctor Bridgette offered a reassuring smile, her dark black hair shifting gracefully over one shoulder. "Don't be nervous… " It's just a formality," she said calmly, her voice smooth and soothing like a practiced therapist.
She uncrossed and recrossed her legs slowly, the tailored black pants hugging her figure as she adjusted her posture. The movement caused her already partially unbuttoned white blouse to shift again, drawing my eyes momentarily to the deep, inviting cleavage visible beneath her crisp white coat.
I nodded, trying to stay focused on the professional nature of the conversation.
She continued in a gentle, probing tone. "Do you think there was another way… that things could have played out differently? A path where you might have minimized the risk to a much greater level—for yourself, for Agent Daisy, and especially for Madeline?"
