T he dice hopped on the table as Shayna Klein took her turn at the therapy game she and Suri were playing. The young girl moved her piece around the board and lifted a card, showing it to Suri.

“The opposite of quiet,” Suri read. She furrowed her brow exaggeratedly. “Hmm…”

A knock on the door, and Shira stuck in her head. Suri looked up, startled. The secretary knew not to interrupt unless it was something urgent.

“Excuse me,” she said, “but Mr. Goldfeder just arrived and he wants to speak with you.”

Suri’s stomach fluttered wildly, but she responded with a measured voice. “I’ll see him when I finish with this client.”

Shira’s cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry, Suri. I tried telling him that, and he, uh, insisted that you see him now.”

Now Suri was annoyed. Who did he think he was? Sighing, she put the game card down on the table. He’d probably barge into the therapy room if he felt he was being kept waiting too long.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she said to Shayna and her mother as she hurried out the door.

During the short walk down the hall, she tried to collect her confidence. She would be calm, cool, professional, no matter what he said. He was the one at fault here, willfully ignoring his daughter’s needs. She had nothing to be ashamed of.

She stepped into the waiting area. Two mothers were sitting quietly, their children playing next to them. Where—?

“Mrs. Taub.”

She swiveled around to see a large man wearing a well-cut suit stride toward her.

“Hello, Mr. Goldfeder,” she said quietly. “I’m in the middle of a therapy session right now, but if you could wait ten minutes—”

“I cannot wait even one minute,” he said, his voice rumbling like an oncoming storm. “Believe it or not, Mrs. Taub, my time is very valuable.”

She blinked. “Yes, of course,” she said. “But, as someone who values time, I’m sure you can understand that to keep a client waiting, in the middle of a sess—”

He suddenly slammed his hand against the wall, and she stopped, eyes wide.

“Don’t you stand there acting the good little professional with me!” His cheeks bulged as his voice rose ten notches. “After what you did to my daughter!”

Suri felt her face growing warm. She couldn’t look at the mothers in the room, whom she was sure were listening avidly.

“Mr. Goldfeder, why don’t we step into a room,” she said quickly.

“Oh, suddenly you care about privacy,” he sneered, his face purple. “Suddenly you worry about confidentiality! Didn’t occur to you, did it, when you went spreading rumors about my daughter to her principal and teachers! You didn’t stop and think: Is what I’m doing ruining a girl’s reputation? Am I ruining her life?” (Excerpted from Family First, Issue 536)