It was the father. But he did not have the candle with him. I could just make out the image of the Vicar getting into the Confessional.“Oh thank god...you didn’t take so long,” my mom said.“Hmm..,” the priest replied.“Shall I begin?” my mom asked.The priest did not say anything. He lit a candle and handed it over to mom. Moms face could clearly be seen while the priest’s face was hidden behind the window of the confessional. My mom started her list of sins. I could just make out what she was. ”Betsy and Chuck followed him into a small office located off of the work floor. The noise disappeared when the door shut behind them. There was a sense of sudden relief at being in a quiet place, again.Al gestured to two chairs by his desk. He went around and stood by his chair. He waited to sit until after Betsy had taken a seat. Betsy noticed his good manners.“What can I do for you?” Al asked.Betsy said, “We need farm equipment.”“Farm equipment?” Al asked surprised by her answer.“Yes. There. After all, she was now the sole heir to an estate that included a line of luxury hotels that spanned the country. Victor Vice had left his daughter with a multi-million dollar enterprise, and absolutely no roots to her family. She’d been raised by her father’s staff without his presence in a sprawling mansion settled in New York. The day Victoria Oriel Vice was born there had been birthing complications and her mother had died. This was something that Victoria’s father had never recovered. John was starting to feel tense again, smelling the perfume of Jodie, he couldn´t help stealing a look into her blouse. No bra he noticed. Jodie caught John looking, but didn´t let him know that she saw him staring. Jodie had been waiting for this meeting since they ran into each other in the corridor. She did need to get some questions answered about the report, but surely it was not necessary to call him into his office for it. She´d just taken interest in this strange guy, he seemed like.