The clinic director’s office is a quiet sanctuary in the otherwise bustling clinic.
As I wait for my turn, I glance around, noting the framed diplomas and certificates lining the walls.
They seem to whisper a reassurance I can’t quite feel.
The receptionist gives me a brief nod, indicating that it’s time.
My footsteps feel heavy as I walk toward the office.
Inside, the director greets me with a polite smile, motioning for me to sit.
I take a deep breath, feeling the air catch in my throat.
“I wanted to discuss the dietary guidelines for our patients,” I begin, keeping my voice steady.
The director listens, hands folded in front of him, expression neutral.
I mention the recent research, the concerns about okra.
