A Bit Of Counseling Does The Trick

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The sun peaked through the shaded clouds that hung high above Minnesota. The humidity was at it's highest as we focus on a young brunette haired girl who has an iPhone 5S in her grasp, the well-known phone has a pink iPhone case to give it color as she holds it in front of her, with the screen focused on her, and proceeds to begin to click the silver button which takes a photograph of her. She then gives a different pose while she continues to walk down the side path in one of the streets. The teenager pouts her lips and snaps, then she cuts half her face off making sure she gets the man who walks behind her in the picture and she snaps again. Of course, the man who walks behind the teenage girl, that we know as Morgan Goldie, is her guardian and currently one of the most miserable men in Minnesota, Brett Carson himself.  Carson rolls his eyes at, in his mind at least, the perfect representation of everything that's wrong with that generation. She occasionally will look up and look around at the scenery surrounding the pathway they walk on

Carson sighs and winces before rushing up from behind Morgan and snatching her phone right out of her hands and shoving it into his pocket, "Listen if you're going to take me wherever the hell you're taking me the least you can do is act like you give a damn. And while you're acting like you give a damn you can let me know where we might be going." 

"We're visiting a friend of mine. A woman who can give us a proper insight on Mr. Selfie" Morgan smiles rather cockily, a familiar smirk that resembles her fathers. That itself causes Brett to smirk a little himself. 

"That sounds like something your old man would've said." Brett chuckles with a slight shake of his head. 

Morgan immediately sneers at the mention of her father, catching Carson off guard.

"Don't mention that old bastard again..." She mutters out, bitterly as she grinds her teeth together before turning around and snatching her phone back out of Brett's pocket.

Brett's smirk fades as once again he rolls his eyes and the shake of his head becomes more clear as they continue walking. Morgan glares back at her phone and then up towards a few houses down the road. Her scowl fades to cheery grin again in almost a disturbing fashion as she leaps forward and stomps her foot before outstretching her arm and pointing out to one of the buildings on the block. 

"There it is...Covenhorn Marriage Counselling Corporation. Ziu Zhong and his kawaii little wife have been having problems recently and the rumor in the back was that they've taken up marriage counseling. I did a bit of snooping and found the leaflet for it on the Internet. The women in charge of this little shindig is named Julie Covenhorn. She's the main counselor so she herself insisted on taking up the Zhong's." Morgan informs her guardian as Brett raises an eyebrow. 

He wasn't one to delve into other people's personal li- Right....So he does occasionally delve into other people's personal lives but family was something he's yet to mess with. Morgan was smart for her age, or so she's proven to be. Brett's strategy was to out wrestle Zhong, but now...now it was to play head games with the King of Selfie. 

"Smmaart." Carson smiles gleefully, "Get inside that damn yellow head of his...Are you sure this'll work though?" Brett was still a little hesitant, after all he was now throwing a good percentage of his strategy in the hands of a 15 year old girl who, despite learning a lot about it recently, wouldn't know a thing about wrestling strategies if it smacked her in her ditzy face. 

Morgan lifts her chin up and grins, "Of course, it'll work, silly! I'm a Goldie, our plans always work...sometimes, occasionally...here and there. Bahhh!" She swats away the doubt she has in her plan by swinging open the glass door and entering the marriage counseling building. Brett sighs before following behind her.

They both step up to the registration counter as a woman in her late 40's sits behind the counter. The woman has a business look to her as she showcases her pearly whites towards the short brunette and the VOW superstar. 

"Hello there, how can I help you?" The lady asks with a cheerful tone in her voice. 

Brett goes to answer but Morgan coughs and takes a slight step in front of Carson, much to the dismay of the Next Level Athlete. 

"Uh, yes, Miss. We're here to see Ms. Julie Covenhorn. We're close friends with her clients Ziu Zhong and uh...uh.." Morgan looks back at Brett for help on the name of Ziu's wife, Carson smirks and folds his arms, choosing not to be of any help at all, "...Uh...Ziu Zhong and uh Liu Itsu Nyueng Getsu Zhong...er..Yeah." 

The lady chuckles slightly with a slight tilt of her head, "Uh...I'm afraid I can't do that, young lady." 

"Whhhyy?" 

"Ms. Covenhorn isn't in right now. She doesn't come to the Minnesota offices very often. In fact, I believe she's down in the New York offices at the moment." 

That simple answer causes Brett to groan before he turns around and begins to walk out, Morgan in a panic yells out, "Brett, HOLD IT!" She squeals before sheepishly grinning back at the startled admin behind the counter, "I'm sorry...Look, we really need to get some information on our friends. Is there any way you can get their files for us?" She asks. 

Brett stops and leans against a pillar that stands near the door. 

The clerk lady, smiles solemnly, "I'm sorry, darling but I can't do that either." She mutters as Morgan sighs in frustration. The counter lady looks to her computer and does a few clicking. 

"Hold on..." She says as a dejected Morgan suddenly jerks her head up in hopeful glee, "...What did you say their names were?" The admin lady asks. 

Morgan sighs again, "Ziu Zhong, that's Z-I-U Zhong...and uh...Liu Ichigo Nyeung Gama Zhong...Zhong being her last name." Morgan scratches her head as Brett simply places hand to face in something that can quite easily be described as a facepalm.

The lady nods with a slight grin again as she clicks away on her little mouse, suddenly her face changes to one of confusion. 

"Only names popping up when I typed in the names you gave me are Ziu Zhong and Ling Zhong...was that what all that stood for? Ling? Oh well...We do have their files on this here computer but like I said I can't give it to ya'. Classified information, it would be breaking company code if even I saw it. Only person that's allowed to see it is Mrs. Covenhorn. Sooorrrryy." She sings the final apology out as Morgan sighs for a moment. 

She turns around and goes to walk out but is stopped when she overhears someone from the back step out and pull the clerk away from her table. Morgan looks at the empty desk and then back at Brett who's clearly seething but holding it in for when they reach the car. It's as if a light bulb pops up above her head the sly little teenager bursts into action whispering something into Brett's ear. Carson sighs,  already annoyed with her "Plan B". The lady returns to her desk as Morgan and Brett slowly start to make their way out the door until Brett suddenly and dramatically drops to a knee and grunts in pain. 

"Ahh...this shit again..." He exclaims as the clerk's eyes widen and she bursts over the counter and rushes over to Brett who she believes is in excruciating pain. Morgan too startles and kneels down next to Brett who holds his head in a vice grip almost. 

"What happened? What's wrong? Is he okay?" The lady rushes out a series of questions in a fit of panic as she hops up and down on the spot.  Brett drops his head lower into his kneeling thighs so the lady can't see his facial expressions. 

"He's fine, you see my uh...Dad here is a professional wrestler..."  Brett slyly raises an eyebrow, making sure to cover his face up, "He get's this migraines every so often when he thinks about losing to his opponents." 

The lady hops up and down, "Oh dear, that's a form of depression in some way, I'm sure! But wait...Isn't wrestling fa-" But before the forever questioning lady finishes her questions Morgan pushes her back inside. 

"No time for questions, lady! Get me a glass of water at the exact room temperature, a wet hand towel and a pair of clean gloves. STAT!" Morgan instructs as the lady nods her head dumb-foundedly and runs to the back to get those items. 

Morgan gives her a minute as Brett remains in his position. Morgan sneakily run off and quickly slides against the walls of the room, sneaking underneath one of two cameras in the building. She's in a position where the other camera has no clear sight of her. She pulls out the elastic on her pant and reaches into her bottoms before pulling out....a pink can of...silly string? 

Brett chuckles slightly as from underneath Morgan reaches up and fires off the silly string covering the lens of the camera fully. She sneakily darts over without neither camera seeing her and does the same. Before she puts the can back in her pants...and darts over the counter! With pivotal time wasted she clicks away and  does rapid typing on the keyboard before picking up a random USB lying around on the table and inserts it into the CPU that sits next to the monitor on the desk (due to there being no room under the table). She minimizes the loading screen before darting back over to her position next to Brett as right on cue the lady returns with a tray filled with the items. The plastic cup of water has a thermometer still placed in it. 

"Oh hurry! Hurry!" The sly teenager goes back to her Oscar award winning acting, she takes the cup of water, taking out the thermometer and gives it to Brett to drink. 

He drinks the awful tasting chemical like water before he allows the child that he's guarding to push him to the counter and with his help lifts him onto it so he's on his back and she follows that by placing the wet hot towel on his forehead before she smacks the gloves onto her petit cute hands. 

"What are you going to do now?" The clerk lady asks as without the lady seeing she mouths the words 'I'm sorry' to Brett before shoving her middle finger and index finger from both her hands into his mouth and starts rubbing the walls of Brett's mouth. 

The lady takes a step back in shock, "You're going to have him throw up?" 

"No, no...I'm just massaging the muscles inside his mouth it uh...helps with the migraine." After a few more moments Brett sighs in relief as Morgan takes out her fingers from his mouth. He coughs a little as Morgan looks over to the screen where at the bottom she sees the USB icon light up yellow, signifying that it's complete. She nudges Brett, acting as if she's checking on him as he drops his arm near the computer and without the admin noticing...unplugs the USB and holding it inside his fist.

He rolls off the table as we assume they now possess the files all about the counseling classes that Ziu and Ling Zhong have taken while in New York. They assure the clerk that Brett is fine. 

"Right...But if you ever need someone to talk to Mr. Brett, Mrs. Covenhorn is starting up a depression and life conseling section to this place so she'd more than love to speak with you. Take her card..." The admin reaches into her pocket and pulls out a crappily printed out card. 

Brett takes it as they both walk out. Carson hands Morgan the USB with a grin as they jog out of view from the building.

"This better be good, kid..." Brett mutters..

"Oh it'lll be super duper great, I promise. Also, I soooo need an Oscar for that astounding and emotional performance, dontcha think Brettykins?" She gleefully exclaims as Brett half scowls towards one of the many names that Morgan uses for him. 

"Oh please...That lady was so dense she'd believe it if PKA told her that he wasn't nuts..."  Brett scowls as the make their way back to his car. 

The mentioning of PKA brought familiar thoughts in his head...Even though this week he was focused on Ziu Zhong, his intentions were still clear. To end PKA. Nothing would stop him from doing that. Not Stefan Frei, not Sky Sangue or Ryan Omega, not Ziu Zhong and especially not P...K...A.

"Now that the work is done..." Morgan pulls out her iPhone again...

CLICK!

And snaps a selfie as Brett groans in utter annoyance and frustration. 

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