The Next Morning...
The driver slowly came to a halt in front of the huge black iron gate that had the initial K bold engraved upon it and Aida got out of the car.
"What time would you like me to come to pick you up, Miss Aida?" Asked the driver.
"I'll phone you when I'm done," Aida responded.
"Okay." Said the driver. He then drove off.
The security guard at the gate let Aida enter when she told him who she was there to see. She looked at her wristwatch: two minutes to ten, she had come earlier.
