In a far away mansion, the sound of heels clicking on the floor could be heard. A tall woman with slight curves,held a brown folder in her hand as she walked towards the study room of the owner of the house. Her long hair was folded into a chignon at the nape of her neck and her dark eyes were covered by equally dark glasses. With a perfunctory knock on the door,she entered the study.
An older man sat at the big table. His graying hair and lagging skin were testament to his failing health. His eyes were fixed on the folder from the moment the woman entered. The woman gave him a slight bow and extended the folder to place it on the table but the envelope was taken from her hands even before it touched the surface of the desk. In a low voice the man asked,"Is this really what I think it is?"
The woman's face softened as she stared at the man's hopeful face. In a voice laced with softness,she said,"Yes master. It really is the young miss. I have confirmed it myself."
