"Hmm..." Michael pondered, "So you mean, you're going to be Miss Murphy's assistant, handling complex, seemingly impossible tasks every day?"
"At least ten a day! Ten!" Victoria interjected, crossing her index fingers, "So many bizarre things piled up together, and delivering lunch seems like such an easily forgettable task."
"Are all these demands from your boss?" Michael asked.
Victoria hesitated and then shook her head: "I don't know."
She thought for a moment: "I think... these tasks are all from Matilda Murphy. She probably thinks that it's typical for someone of your father's stature. Once, when someone came over to discuss business with your father, Matilda demanded that we procure a certain vintage wine within half a day for a dignified hosting. The only problem is that that specific wine is no longer available and is only found in the collections of some enthusiasts."
"Did you manage to pull it off?" Michael asked.
