“I’m going,” I said, grabbing my bag, laptop case, coat, and umbrella. I ushered her out of my office and locked it up behind me.Heads turned as...I left the Floor, visible relief washing over the agents’ faces. A long time ago it would have hurt my feelings, but it wasn’t a long time ago. It was now.And now I was Dragon Lady.I didn’t think residents made much money, but I guessed he was making a modest salary by where he lived. I knew this area, knew these zip codes. I serviced many customers. ’ ‘All right.’ The next day, we met very early, but Ray didn’t arrive. Twenty minutes passed, when he finally appeared. He wore an executive suit, a very elegant contrast with his usual appearance. He apologized for the delay, blaming it on the traffic, and he began to take the clients questions. He drew diagrams and he wrote key sentences in a drawing board, and he even projected a simulation for us that he had developed in the factory. They left so pleased, that they even ordered another. " Alex said, toasting them.Samantha was wandering around the cellar looking at the barrels and trying to decipher some of the things written on them. Behind her there were giant steel vats three stories tall and in front of her, at the end of the hall was what looked like a store room with boxes stacked floor to ceiling. She could only imagine how much money was tied up in the barrels and cases."What's so funny?" Alex said, catching her chuckle."I was just thinking of something Rachel said. She. "Good sissysget rewarded by their mummy." We walked to the food court. "What flavordo you want?" Chocowate, pweath, wiff spwinkles."I got her a kiddy dish and a dish of rum raisin for myself. I guided herto a table. "Put the dish on the table and smooth out your skirt, beforeyou sit." She looked confused. I put down my dish and slid my handsunder my butt and then sat. "Now you." She copied me. "Good girl. Thatway you don't bunch up your skirt or get it wrinkled. And good girls.