<div style="text-align: justify;">Rebecca waited patiently for a response before entering the room. She figured the door should be unlocked, since there was someone in there. But knocking, in addition to being polite, would also give her time to build up the mystery. The woman felt that it would be her first weapon. She had others that could be used, and they probably would. But for now, that was the ideal choice. After she had gotten the chance to know Kenneth better, she would figure out the best weapons in her arsenal.<br/><br/>Deep down inside, the woman felt slightly nervous. She knew that was a very important job, and that she couldn’t fail. Straightening her back, she decided she wouldn’t. So, there was nothing to worry about.<br/><br/>Watching the man as she entered, the lady seemed curious. “Good morning”, she greeted, her voice soft and slightly husky, as though she either had a cold or that was her natural intonation. It was hard to define at a first meeting, after all. “I hope and I not intruding?”, the woman asked, nibbling on her lower lip for a second or two. “You are Mr. Donavan, aren’t you? I… I just though I would ask, sometimes I am a terror with names and addresses”.<br/><br/>After these words, the woman fell silent and waited patiently for the man to say something, or offer her a chair, or tell her to get the hell out. Either of those possibilities were on the table, after all.</div>