Operation 23

Okay, so if you were a patient of therapy, I really am going to trash talk about that, so please don't be offended by it. It's just for the story! Remember that! We appreciate therapists and there patients! And how they recovered from their issues! - Winter

Sheela smiled impatiently.

She was with one of her patients and this person was seriously depressed. Talking all about depression and these really crappy dark jokes and death thoughts.

Sheela knew how to deal with those types of people, in fact, she helped someone recover from it as well. Yet that was an old story, when she first really became a therapist in the first place. She could do it. That was her job. Time to fulfill it.

Honestly, she felt like her job was a drag, but it was worth it, seeing people's reactions when they recovered and how they still contacted her and told them about her life and all that.

True thoughts of a crazy therapist, but really, Sheela did not want to listen to their blabber issues and calm them down by letting them cry on her shoulder and such. Maybe it was just her batch of people who were in need of emotional support. After all, she met a few therapists that seemed to enjoy the job. 

Sheela didn't want to do her job. That was just her, personally.

After listening to an hour long explanation about how her husband cheated on her and how she just kissed this random lady (a very descriptive explanation), Sheela just blinked before taking her phone and scrolling down.

"And I don't know what to do now!" she sobbed, shoving her whole face in her hands. "I loved him!"

Sheela tapped her and showed her a self inspirational TikTok.

The lady gulped. "Thanks, but I don't think I can..." Then she hiccuped rom all the crying.

Sheela just smiled. "You know... Do you want revenge?"

"Revenge?"

Sheela nodded.

The lady sat up straight and nodded.

Operation 23, Sheela thought and talked to the lady for two hours about the plan before letting her leave for another patient.

Her next patient was Malini Acharya, the popstar whose kid was kidnapped. It was really hot gossip on the news and people seemed to manipulate the true story into some weird gumbo stew or something.

Malini bowed her head down before saying, "Hi."

"Hello!" Sheela said, plastering her everyday smile. "Want to talk about life?"

Malini just nodded, looking a bit shameful. 

"Something else bothering you?" Sheela asked.

Malini just sighed. "Can you keep a secret? Especially from the police?"

Oooh, more drama was all Sheela thought before she nodded.

Malini just bit her lip before frowning. "I think I know the group who kidnapped my son."

Sheela was silently yelling intriguing. "I'll keep it secret."

Malini just nodded.

"Okay?" Sheela said. Then she manned up and declared, "Okay."

Malini them broke down sobbing, probably from memories of her son and Sheela stepped forward and patted her on the back, saying soothing words. "It's okay, it's okay. We'll find him soon."

Honestly, Sheela was dying inside because she didn't know the secret yet and the loved gossip, though she may not look like that one gossipy person. She kept patting until her hands went numb.

"I'm okay," Malini mumbled and Sheela stopped patting her to crack her knuckles.

"The Sleeper," Malini then said after sniffing twice.

Sheela wasn't sure she heard her right. "What?"

"The Sleeper," she repeated. "I used to work for him."

Sheela was clueless. Why would someone want to be named the Sleeper? That sounded like the gang leader was a snoozer who spent most of the day catching some z's. That's a horrible name for a villain or a hero.

"My mouth will be shut," she said, making a zipping gesture which made Malini giggle.

"Thank you," Malini said as she shoved her fur coat on. "Have a nice day!"

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Sheela thought about the Sleeper as soon as she got home. Who was he? Could a murderer really be called the Sleeper? Did he drug his victims to sleep? Otherwise, that would mean that Aiden would be very drugged right now because it was May already.

Probably not. Sheela tried to stop guessing. However, she was usually good at guessing the future in these sort of situations, which wasn't very often. It was like that visit to a tarot reader suddenly charmed her to predict stuff.

However, Sheela didn't want to use it. She needed a plan for Operation 23 so she got a piece of paper and jotted ideas down. 

One of the diabolical ones on the page included, murder him, but then Sheela realized that would lead to death and jail time for probably the rest of their life so Sheela erased that and replaced it with, make your husband's girlfriend gain a stingy attitude the husband can't stand. Sheela had to use two pages for all her ideas.

Then the door clacked and Sheela grabbed the nearest pillow and used it as defense from the door. 

"Sheela?" a muffled voice came from the door. Sure it was muffled, but Sheela knew it was Nikita. Judging from the knock on the door, it was Nikita. So she opened the door.

"Hey," Nikita said in a sassy tone. Then she just laughed. "Have a nice day?"

Sheela smiled. "Yes, it was intresting."