Stela Gomes
I arrive in Paris safe and sound, using the documents Carlos gave me. Now my name is Emma Leroy, a typical French name.
I actually like this new name of mine.
I take a taxi and give the driver the address of the apartment Carlos provided.
I admire Paris through the car window during the trip until the driver turns onto Champs de Mars street and stops in front of a beautiful building.
I pay the fare with the card that was in my purse, get out of the car, and enter the building. I introduce myself to the security guard at the entrance, a very friendly guy who speaks perfect English, and he takes me to the sixth floor.
When the elevator doors open, I find myself in an extremely elegant, fully furnished apartment that must have cost Carlos a fortune.
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