[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center]

As Roxy stomped away, Jess had an uncharacteristic urge to shout back. She refrained, knowing full well that it was Roxy's secondhand anger she felt, that she'd make things worse by adding fuel to the fire. It seemed she really did need this counselling.

After breathing steadily and counting to ten in her head, Jess raised the phone to her ear. [color=teal]"Sorry about the wait. Uh... Any day would be fine, when is there a free slot?"[/color] Listening to the options, she made her mind up. None seemed better or worse than the others, and she didn't want to dither, so it was a matter of picking at random.

Once she'd finished arranging the session, she approached Roxy's door. The closer she drew, the more her hands clenched. The anchor's frustration clouded the air like thick smog. [color=teal]"Well, that's that done,"[/color] Jess announced, trying to keep her tone calm and assertive, but a strained note crept in. [color=teal]"We're booked in for Wednesday at eleven in the morning."[/color] She held back from asking yet again if that was ok. Nothing was ok about the situation, and they needed all the help they could get, even though it would only do so much if anything at all.