The road from the operette to the secret address of Boss and her Firm employees wasn't very discreet. I could understand that; I couldn't change my electrified tutu dress. Still, I managed to reach the heart of the Parisian mob in one piece. The difficulty was to stay in one piece. Before me, they were the unlocking-system with a touchscreen. Did my ex-Boss already erase me from the computer files? I swallowed and approached my finger to the door. I wasn't going to trigger an alarm, wasn't I? I approached my finger with the same speed as a damaged truck tractor. I finally pressed my finger on the screen. The particular 'beep' was heard, then a light scanned my wet index from head to bottom. The light became green, and my heart skipped a beat; the door opened. I got inside the buildin

