Cheekbones high as some Injunwarrior’s. Hair piled high in a silver pin, shining andblack against the pale skin of her neck. The wideshoulders o... her high-gloss leathers couldn’t hide theslip and slide of her shoulder blades, the sway andbounce of her chest. She walked like she owned the street — like she ownedthe fucking street. Corner-girls and gum-chewing trampsscuttled out of the way, side-stepping or feigning blah-zay against the lampposts but aware, aware.. Now for the sake of making things easy let us give some name to these two characters my friends wife can be called Karina and her sister Saniya.I am giving them these name for two reasons first to hide their real identity and other to give you an idea of their appearance, they looked almost like Karina Kapoor and Saniya Mirza.Now continuing the story further, Saniya was not aware of my presence in the house and Karina was taking some coconut oil from the kitchen to apply on the child on seeing. She had one clue. It was a building that was still in the town. It had been there for over a century. It had always had been the location of an import/export type business. But it had changed ownership several times. Now it was the Import/Export Emporium.She marched into the building and noticed that a 'Trainee wanted' sign was on prominent display. She took the sign down and went to the receptionist's desk in the lobby. There she met a rather older black-haired woman of oriental descent. She. “And this, my dear former wife, the She-Wolf of the North, liberator of Winterfell. Tell me, sweet Sansa, are you interested in renewing our previous arrangement? Or has my watch ended?” the Imp teased his once and future bride.“I can assure you that now that you aren’t coupling with my maid, your watch has ended,” Sansa dared to speak bluntly in favor of others in the hall of the keep.The refreshing candor of a divorced couple speaking of their past marriage was intriguing, but also amusing to.