That afternoon Louis and Rebecca couldn't wait to celebrate. Sitting on the comfortable furniture in the hallway of Nathan's mansion, they toasted the dismissal of the filiation case that Phil Wilcox tried to bring to trial.
“This is all yours,” Louis told her, as she watched everything around her.
“I must admit Nathan's taste wasn’t so bad,” she said, “although due to the characteristics of some things, it was most likely that Norma had chosen them. Today a woman came to do the cleaning, saying she does it three times a week. She had a poor face that scared me. Nathan wasn’t used to hiring regular cleaning or kitchen staff for them, not a gardener or security personnel; just imagine: such a big house without servitude! ”.
“Nathan wasn't given to eccentricities like that, Norma,” Louis
