The physio practice part 1

Finally, a new assignment! A very simple one, actually!

Although Sara was actually doing very well financially and was independent, she had a small side job that even her closest friends knew about. This allowed her to indulge her innate, exuberant curiosity and generate a little pocket money! The term "private investigator" would probably have been an exaggeration, so she preferred to say that she "conducted personal research for third parties upon request." And so, based on word of mouth, someone from her extended circle of acquaintances asked her to investigate a matter more deeply.

This acquaintance had complained that a physical therapy practice had recently opened in the apartment next door to her apartment complex on Südallee, which seemed somewhat suspicious and not entirely welcome by the neighbors. The location was actually quite unusual and rather unacceptable for a physical therapy practice, with only a tiny door sign and apparently only a few patients coming and going each day. And they seemed somehow more shy, but also more deeply relaxed, than one would normally expect from a physical therapy practice. Could this be some kind of "establishment"? Sara's client had also discovered that this practice wasn't listed in the phone book, wasn't found online, and wasn't listed in any business directory. So she had commissioned Sara to find out what was going on behind these doors. Well, let's go! Sara thought to herself that Thursday morning, and she simply wanted to ring the doorbell and ask for entry. The rest would work itself out. So she drove to the address mentioned, took the elevator to the second floor, and found herself standing in front of the apartment door, which had a bell and a small sign reading "Physiopraxis." The door was indeed opened by a young woman of about 30 with medium-length brown hair, a rather pretty face, and dressed all in white, as one would expect from medical personnel. "I'm here on a personal recommendation!" said Sara, entering. "Strange, we weren't at all prepared for your visit!" said the young lady, who would later identify herself as Daniela's assistant, and closed the door.

Cunning and curious, Sara immediately scanned the corridor and found nothing unusual! There were two chairs in the hallway, and two doors marked "Treatment Room" 1" and "treatment room 2"On a third door, the inscription read: "Deep Relaxation & Deceleration Therapy." "As I said, we weren't expecting you!" said Daniela. "Please sit down on the chair here. I'll just ask the doctor if he has time for you right now." Sara was in her element now! This had gone unexpectedly quickly, and she would surely find out very soon what kind of therapy was offered here when she spoke with the therapist.

After Sara had actually waited for a quarter of an hour, a fourth door in the corridor opened, and she was ushered into an office measuring approximately 18 square meters. Behind the desk sat a man, more of a gentleman, in his mid-50s. He had short, dark-blond hair that was already clearly trending toward gray. Sara estimated his height to be about 1.90 m, and despite the white coat he wore over his shirt and tie, she could tell he had a fairly athletic build. Probably an endurance athlete, once or still is; most likely a swimmer, she thought. He wore fashionable yet rather inconspicuous glasses.He had very well-groomed hands, professionally quite typical of a doctor, and she thought that in private, he was probably more of a musician than a golfer. "What brings you to me?" he asked, looking at her curiously. Of course, she couldn't tell the truth here and had to improvise. And incorporate everything she'd observed so far. "I came on the recommendation of a friend," Sara heard herself say. She would have to improvise something non-specific. On one of the doors, there was a sign about slowing down and relaxing. "I'm very busy both professionally and privately!" Sara said. "I can never really switch off, really relax. I always have to do something. There's always something expected of me, and someone is always asking for me! Maybe I should treat myself to a wellness weekend or at least a long massage! Perhaps you can give me some advice, recommend a therapy, or at least prescribe me a medication so I can sleep better!" To which she replied... sequel follows

- Ligoteur

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