[ooc: This is perfect. Thank you for putting it up. :)]
George was the type of person who paid meticulous attention to detail. Perfectionism didn't even come close to describing his personality. He was down right obsessive. Before attending to a patient, he would review any and all notes he had taken beforehand. In Macy's case, he had tried to look over her journal entries as well as Noah Riley's journal entries. If there was any clue as to what exactly happened to Miss Jones on that fateful day, George wanted to make a note of it.
He was a punctual man too. Once he finished his preparations for their session, he called for her and hoped she hadn't been waiting for too long. George's preparations were also mental preparations. He had to prepare himself mentally for everything. Anything could go wrong or a different way than he had planned. That was why he tried to open his mind before his sessions so that he could take in as much as he could and deal with situations properly as they occurred. He was trained to spot moments of escalating emotions too and knew how to handle those when they arose as well.
Once Macy Jones was in his office, George stood and adjusted his tie by flattening it down against his chest. Damn thing flopped all over the place like a fish on a hook. He smiled at her kindly though still in a professional manner and walked around his desk to greet her with a handshake. "Miss Jones," he began in his typical respectful tone that was not at all loud though anything but a whisper. "Thank you for coming to see me. You already know this but I am Dr. George Anderson, and I am glad to help you with whatever you need."
He took a slight step back and to the side once his greeting was over so that she could get a good sense of the space in his office. It was a comfortable office with the air conditioner set at exactly George's preference. There was a steel-like motif going on with the furniture, which consisted of his desk and two metal chairs in front of it. Toward the back was a moderately casual leather couch with feathery throw pillows and an arm chair that could have been just as easily found in front of a fireplace in someone's living room. The paintings on the walls were also hand-picked by George. They were soothing and not at all elaborate.
"Please, have a seat wherever you'd like. Did you have any trouble finding us or parking?"