Back to roots.

Lawrence wouldn't approve. He'd probably say that if she didn't find enough information, it only means she didn't search hard enough."

The mermory of lawrence made her smile. she looked at her watch, three minute left.

Stubbing out her cigarette, She looked out the window. its pouring down. But the house is only a few feet away, she reached into the back seat and grabbed her black umbrella.

it's better than showing up for the interview soaked to the bone.

After opening the door and getting out of the car, she walked to the address that was on the letter she received.

Alexis rang the doorbell.

....

There was no answer, so she decide to knock..

" Hello, i'm Alexis Fleming."

Alexis heard a muffled " come in" from behinde the door.

Hmmm, it looked like no one will be meeting her" straightening her shoulder and taking a deep breath as if she is about to take an exam, alexis pushed the door handle and enter a small hallway. The house was dimly lit. it smelled like bergamot. The familiar scent embraced her, making her feel at peace and comfortable.

These feelings, however, were short-lived; shaking her head, she forced herself to get back into reality. In her reality, the scent of bergamot was no longer or at least, it was no longer suppose to be anything more than a scent of many..

" welcome madame fleming. a soft, velvety voice came from the depth of the house. her heart started pounding faster.

" Honestly, it's like she's eighteen not one hundred and thirty years old".

Alexis need to get herself together. she's a professional, after all.

where's all this anxiety coming from, anyway?

" I hope you didn't get wet. paris is clearly out of sorts today" the voice asked.

" No I didn't, I follow an old friend's advice and always keep an umbrella in my car. just in case" she replied.

she carefully fold my umbrella and left it in the umbrella stand.

" i'm glad to hear it" replied the voice.

" You're Monsieur LaChance, ain't you" Alexis asked the voice.

" Yes" the voice replied.