Racheal glanced at her wristwatch. She had already spent about one hour here.
“I still have to respond to them, accepting their offer.” She said looking up at Madame Dalloz.
“Oh dear. Of course.” Madame Dalloz said.
“Do you have a printer I could use?” Racheal asked.
The woman looked at her in confusion for a few seconds. Then she said, “Oh, you are not allowed a smartphone or computer!”
Racheal nodded.
“That's such a ridiculous law. Like you could not communicate with your family in Xen some other way if you wanted to. You could even send letters and no one will know.” Madame Dalloz said, the irritation on her face deepening.
Racheal said nothing.
“The last room on your right is my husband's study. He has a printer I believe.” The old Lady said finally.
Racheal stood up immed
