Flora Kent's POV
The sun was up and I was doing my house chore around. It was easy to do these things when I was living alone, in the house that I did not personally own, but hey, it's home. I was doing some cooking for my breakfast when the phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered in Italian as I wanted to make sure that no one knows it was me, Flora Kent but merely Flora Clover, my clean slate name.
"Hi, Flora, I see that you have outdone yourself," Val said as he was typing away on his computer as I was listening to the phone.
"So, why are you calling me exactly?" I asked him as I was doing some stirring as I was doing some scrambled eggs. It was Fauna that usually cooked for me as I wanted her to do it because it was so delicious that I asked for a second. After begging her, she agreed to teach me and here I was, doing it exactly how she did it for me years ago.
"So, I assume that you have another job for me?" I asked him. He chuckled as he cleared his throat.
