"Sure." Danielle replies to Sophie's request with a wave of her hand.  Giving one last look at Josie; Danielle herself heads up to her own bedroom to ready herself to the trip with the lawyer and Stephan Schwartz.<br/><br/>Danielle liked her bedroom. The dark wooden floors were covered with a woven rug, that offered up more than enough space to give her room to do her early morning workout before she did her daily run.  The dresser was just long enough to rise her leg up onto in order to stretch better.  And the four post bed seemed large enough; in the off chance that her prophesies made her toss and turn, it would be unlikely that she would fall off the bed.<br/><br/>So she approved of it.<br/><br/>She had finished cleaning and unpacking her bedroom the day they moved in.  She had claimed it immediately upon their arrival; she hadn't even bothered to glance through the other bedrooms.  She'd dreamed of sleeping in this room several days prior to their move to Washington, so she'd already been aware of which room was hers.<br/><br/>If Danielle had to offer up something she disliked about her psychic ability, the fact that she didn't feel the need to look at the other bedrooms would be a prime example.<br/><br/>Danielle was never surprised.  Or at least, very rarely.  Life was a movie that Danielle had already gotten a sneak preview of.  While she might not get to watch the whole film, she'd always see enough to give away the ending.  And more than that, there was the awareness that she had no control over what the ending would be.  She could dream of Nina stomping through the house with muddy boots on, but no matter how many warnings Danielle gave her sister; she would none the less discover muddy footprints tromping through the living room in the near future.  No matter how bad her dreams; no matter how upsetting the end result; Danielle always found herself unable to prevent even the smallest of prophesies from occurring.<br/><br/>Maybe that was where her desire to be in control came from.<br/><br/>Danielle might not have been able to stop the future from being set in stone; but she could change the little things.  She could decide how hard she worked out that day, she could decide what her family ate that night, she could decide who did what chore.<br/><br/>She could control<em>something</em>.<br/><br/>She had a<strong><em>choice</em></strong>.<br/><br/>....Didn't she?<br/><br/><br/>It didn't matter though.  Those sorts of thoughts were irrelevant.  And hell would freeze over before anyone discovered that THOSE sorts of thoughts danced about the blue eyed girls brain.  She needed to focus.  What mattered now was the Callaway house, and whether or not it would be in the best interest of her family to allow Cambridge College to dig.<br/><br/>Taking a quick shower, Danielle rummages through her closet before dressing in a black shirt and a white silk blouse.  She preferred clothes that were easier to move in; but when you dealt with lawyers, it was best to look professional. Adding a pair of sheer stockings and shiny black heels to the outfit, Danielle heads out of her room and down the stairs as she begins to work out the money side of the deal.<br/><br/>Stephan had said that they would gain twenty five percent profit for any findings discovered on their land.  How much money did these kinds of artifacts normally bring in? She'd have to ask at the meeting.