The clinic is haunting me again

Ian Wee is an Occupational Therapist and my previous boss. Although he is much more a business man than a therapist he runs a few “therapy clinics”. One of the biggest mistakes in my life is to work for him.
After I finished one year locum contract with the local hospital, I started to work part time as a work place assessor and part time as a consultant at Ian’s clinic. The first thing Ian asked me to do after I joined the clinic was to participate in their cycling club. I personally have no problem with cycling but 2 x sessions a week at Kings Park from 6am in the morning is just too much for me. So after a week I dropped the cycling club. The 2nd thing Ian suggested me to do is to join the women’s exercise club at the beach, for god’s sake, in Scarborough, at 6am again! There is no way for me to drive half an hour to attend any bloody exercise session while I am probably half sleeping. If I want to exercise I do whenever I want to and wherever I want to. Catching up with those business men and women every now and then is just not what I am interested in. I don’t have any business spirit. I’m purely a therapist. It makes me very uncomfortable to hang out with people who are money driven. Anyway, I said I would think about it but I never went to the beach exercise.
Basically what Ian wants from every therapist in the clinic is to prioritize the clinic on top of everything. I mean everything. There were constant staff meetings at 7pm. There were endless marketing events he expects everyone to participate. There were numerous exercise clubs and sessions he encourages the therapists to join in. 6 months later, I’m done.
10 months later, today, I received a message from the clinic. Apparently Ian started a new program in neurological rehabilitation and reckons he could use my skills in this area. Here we go, I’m going to be hassled by the clinic again and I’m going to have a meeting with Ian next Monday. It’s just because I’m so curious to know how Ian could convince patients to pay 200 dollars for a private rehab session while they can get similar service through the public system. This time I’m not going to attend any 7pm meetings!