Isabelle I knocked on the apartment door. An elderly woman peered out, squinting through glasses perched low on her nose. Her eyes narrowed slightly before she opened the door wider. “Good morning, ma’am,” I said with a smile, stepping in. “Hmph,” she grunted. “You’re…” She glanced at a silver watch that clung to her thin wrist. “You’re three minutes late.” My lips parted slightly in shock. Three minutes? I bowed slightly. “I apologize for my tardiness, ma’am.” She grunted again—maybe this time it meant I was forgiven. She turned at once, expecting me to follow. We passed through a dim passage into a sitting room that looked really archaic. “Start here, young lady” she pointed to a flower vase beside the television. “Don’t break that vase. It costs more than your entire life.” I bit down on my tongue, biting back a retort on impulse. “Understood, ma’am.” I said, instead. She watched me like a hawk as I picked up a rag to begin dusting the vase. “Not like that,” she snappe
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