... she the gypsy ...

putting on her overcoat, she took one last look at her office space to make sure everything was in order before switching off the lights and air-con. megan walked down the corridor towards the lift, which leads down to the basement taking her to a private lot.

*beep*

megan slides into her aston and began reversing out of the lot. it was friday and was time to hit the town.

calling cheri to find out the plans of the nite, "hey darling, where we sashaying tonite?"

"megan sweetheart, i'm not heading out tonite," and then she whispers, "i have a man with me tonite". in the background, a man chorted.

"well, have a great nite then, lay one for me," giggles megan.

speeding up a little, she was on the freeway and about to get off the next exit.

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the jockey opens the door for her, stepping out, megan handed her keys over.

"good evening, ms levalle, welcome back."

"thank you"

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"hey sophia, how you doing?"

"never better, always good, megan, always good," sophia smiles.

sophia has gypsy blood in her, with a known heritage to tell tales of the past and the future. her exotic looks displays a air of mystery and mystical aura. one with positive intentions can only feel recharged whilst just being with her.

"you're looking clearer today, megan.. you must remember to come back here more often, bring your soul back to your core. for now, you are healing and that is a good sign."

"thanks, sophie. it has been a relatively a soul searching week. there are some things clouding my mine still. but yeah, its alot clearer now"

megan's phone vibrates, indicating an incoming message. this was the 5th time since she sat down with sophia.

"u know, megan, the person on the other side of the phone is in love with you."

"no way~! isaac's a friend. i've only just recently caught up with him couple of weeks back."

sophia just smiles her knowing smile. megan tries to ignore that thought.

"you know, our last session, you brought up alot of issues in my mind. it is time to face them. ur right, its time to forgive and let go."

"i'm glad u understand, megan. its not easy, but you are not an easy person either. i told you, despite ur heritage, ur soul is not from there. you have a soul of a arabic princess or a spanish senorita. does this make sense to you? can you see where ur destiny lies? look into your passions... where does it lead you?"

"i can't deny or confirm this. my calling is yet to be fulfilled.. it will come in time, and until then, this soul will be unsettled."

megan sips her margarita, looking into the stars and wonders about isaac.