Emma quirked up her slightly reddish right eyebrow at the woman whom she had never seen before in her entire life.
Who is this woman? And how does she know my name? She thought, still holding the knob of her door, paused at the entrance of her new temporary habitation.
"Hello. Should I know you?" She asked, voicing her thoughts, unable to shade the note o impatience in her voice. She had a call to make, and did not have the time to fratenize with unknown people.
"Perhaps." The woman replied, with a small smile which did nothing but to irritate Emma further. What was she smiling about now? She thought.
"I don't have times for games, Ma'am. I'm sure I don't know you, because I haven't seen you before. And if you know me, that's really not my business, but what's my business is why you ar
