The friendly housekeeper answered the door as usual.
“Hello, Miss,” she greeted politely.
“Hello, Wanda. Please I’m here to see the matron,” Vivian replied.
The housekeeper hesitated. “Do you have an appointment with her? She didn’t tell me she would be having any guests today.”
“To be honest, I don’t have an appointment with her. But I need to see her urgently. It’s very important, please.”
“Who is it?” A male voice called out from inside the house.
Wanda stepped aside to allow the man to see who she’d been speaking with. Vivian wasn’t surprised when the man turned out to be Fabian.
The matron’s supposed lawyer was dressed in a gray sports vest and a pair of white loose-fitting lounge pants. His dark hair looked tousled and his skin was deeply tanned as if he’d spent several hour
