‘The UK government seems to have too much money,’ Ophelia quipped.
‘Your Ruling Elite and your rainwater have put you in that position,’ Philippe replied.
Ophelia swallowed another piece of chocolate cake, reflecting on the sight of the vandalized surveillance device she had seen only a few minutes earlier.
‘So, what are you protecting yourselves from?’ she asked. ‘I mean, the comment you made in the bedroom, Emilie, about securing the bedrooms during sleep.’
‘Ah, yes,’ Emilie replied. ‘We have had a few instances of home invasion from thugs who want to stop us from doing our work.’
Ophelia sunk her teeth into the cake again.
‘God, that is so good,’ she said.
Emilie and Philippe laughed.
‘So, what is your work?’ Ophelia mumbled through the particles of soft chocolate icing that had
