PENÉLOPE
I arrived at the Storm offices ten minutes before the scheduled appointment.
Stepping out of the Tesla I now drove instead of the Rolls Royce, I made my way to the elevator to meet Marion. Inside, I encountered Alana Lamperox. We were the only ones there at that moment.
"Good morning," she greeted me.
"Good morning," I replied in kind.
She was quite beautiful, elegant, with a unique demeanor much like Marion Storm.
"I hope you've had a chance to review the offer and consider it," she mentioned.
Oh, boy! I maintained my composure outwardly, but inside, I felt like a schoolgirl who hadn't done her homework and was about to be scolded.
"I believe my lawyer will be responding on my behalf," I assured her, fairly confident in that.
The agreement was in my bag, but I wasn't abo
