Addicted

Having sent Chanel on her way Dr Darke stepped into his waiting room to call on his next patient.

"Layla Kent!"

There was no answer from the only person present.

"Miss Kent?"

"Oh, hey, sorry" the pretty young woman looked up distractedly as she tapped away at her phone "Just give me a minute to get this sent"

Once whatever she was typing had been completed Layla stepped through to Dr Darke's office.

"So how can I help you?"

"My boyfriend thinks I am addicted to my phone, to social media and stuff. He thinks it is affecting our relationship" right on cue her phone buzzed "Shit, sorry, I need to check that"

Dr Darke might have his work cut out here. It seemed this client had already been hypnotised by something else.