"You're not too busy today, are you, Moreau? I wanted to ask you a favor."
Moreau raised one eyebrow high, trying to ascertain what Barbara's purpose was in deciding to come to her at this time of day.
In the woman's hands were several files wrapped together in a folder. Perhaps it was too important that the expression on her face looked around, as if searching for various ways to solve the problem.
Moreau held her breath for a moment, letting it out almost without giving a hint. She had not forgotten that the woman's appearance here was to finalize the plan made with someone on the phone last night.
While trying to forget the odd look on Barbara's face. Moreau resumed the activity of arranging sprig after sprig of lily flowers mixed with chrysanthemums and red carnations. The combinat
