Michael Gallagher was leaving the house in his car when someone quickly stepped in front of the vehicle.
She was in a fur coat over her traditional long dress, with a pink mink scarf wrapped around her neck, carrying an air of extravagance.
"Mr. Gallagher…" Violet Summers, slightly tense, stood in front of the car, looking nervous, "There's been some misunderstanding. I'd like to talk about it with you face-to-face. Can you spare me a few minutes?"
Michael Gallagher frowned, considering her status for a few seconds. Just then, Violet marched forward.
Michael Gallagher rolled down the car window, his deep eyes as black as ink.
