Though she wished she had a pair of sunglasses, at least the coolness of it felt good against her forehead. She focused on that and swallowed down her...heart.She couldn’t remember how many times she’d come home after school, how many times she’d seen the front door of her house. Yet now it seemed alien, strange and quiet, hyper idyllic. Like something out of a Norman Rockwell Painting. She’d read about him when some of her novels had made reference to him. He painted ideal perfect American home. "Alright, go and put the kettle on and make the tea then and I'llpop up and change, if it makes you happier." Oooo thank you mummy, yes it does." Peter blew a kiss at his mother andalmost skipped into the kitchen to make their tea.She headed upstairs to her bedroom, undoing her jeans as she went.Arriving inside she took them and her sweatshirt off and she threw themover the chair, then she opened her wardrobe and looked insidethoughtfully. Suddenly all her normal clothes looked dowdy and drab,. He heard the curse through the door and his concern doubled. His mind was a jumble of contradictions. He wanted to help, but she wouldn’t let him. He wanted to make it better, but he didn’t know what was wrong. In desperation he tried again, ‘Catherine, open this door immedi ately!’ ‘No. Go away.’ She felt the door shudder as he placed his weight against it. The lock held. She continued crying. Suddenly the pressure on the door ceased and she heard him move away. Relieved of the pressure of. Currently, she was employed by a bank as an IT (Information Technology) specialist, but the job was no challenge and she would like to find something more interesting.The woman showed up and talked first with Alice with me out of the room. I could hear what they were saying, but I pretended that the conversation was private. Alice called me in, and I told her what we wanted her to do: attack the computers of the Russian Mafia to bring them down. Another job was to help us get our gold converted.