So there I was surrounded by the deluge of everyone's problems, while trying to get through my own at the same time. One by one I mentally shuffled my concerns away into some distant corner of my mind. Forced once more to help them sort through whatever was pressing to them at the present moment. Taking a deep breath I held it briefly before letting out an audible sigh and swiveled in my chair to face the growing crowd.
There was a good number of them today, almost twice amount that had been here the previous day. Word has spread like wild fire in the office and many had come to see if what they heard had been true. Looking up at the first person in line, it was a middle-aged woman holding a small box. She sat down across the table and immediately launched into a story about how her child went missing and the cops had given up hope. I was never a fan of the missing kid jobs, they always had the potential to go both ways. Either the client was satisfied with your answer or not, there was never a middle ground.
Thankfully she finished her story in between sobs sometime before I died of old age and slid the box across the table.