<div style="text-align: justify;">Paula was slightly uncomfortable with that house. That place looked like a museum, and she could calculate that her own house would fit in there hundreds of times.<br/><br/>Trying to ignore these thoughts, the young woman paid attention to the people who were getting in.<br/><br/>"Good evening", she replied to Ava, wondering if she should have dressed up a little more. She wasn't there for a party, though. Apparently, she was there to talk about some sort of work as a translator. So, maybe she should look more professional.<br/><br/>When Jordan walked up to them, Paula nodded and showed her a smile. "I'm Paula", she introduced herself, the way she pronounced the words sounding slightly different from the usual way someone from the United States would say it, indicating she was probably foreign. "It's a pleasure".<br/><br/>Once the other man walked into the place where they were waiting, Paula nodded to him. "Hello, sir", she greeted, frowning a bit. What was going on, after all? Why did Mr. Vanderbilt need them all?<br/><br/>When Finlay asked the question she had been meaning to ask herself, the young woman shot him a smile. <br/><br/>"I really have no idea", she admitted. "I believe, at least as far as I am concerned, it is some sort of translation work".<br/><br/>She fell silent for a moment or two, the wheels turning in her mind. "What do you all do for a living, if I may ask?", she carried on, hoping their professions would help her put together some new pieces of this puzzle.</div>