She did, huh? Okay! I'll look forward to it!" Abigail wiggled her hips suggestively at me and then looked at the clock. "Come! I'll dry your ears befo...e the call!"I was sitting at my desk looking completely presentable when the video call came in a few minutes after noon. It was Jibran as expected, and the status lights on the comm-link were indicating that the video call was being serviced with the highest level of encryption possible, quantum entangled handshaking protocols. Unless someone. Mr Fuschita had been a pharmacist, and when he died, his son and 19-year-old granddaughter had flown in from Colorado to help settle the estate, which meant clearing out the house and getting it on the market for sale. Being neither a sentimental or patient man, John Fuschita was in a hurry to take care of his Father's estate and get back to Colorado.The basement was cluttered with various boxes, containers and bottles. The labels on the bottles might as well have been written in Greek and were. She placed herhands on his shoulders then kicked him sharply in the shin with the toeof her boot. He dropped to his knees and winced in pain."You are kneeling at my feet. That's where you are and what's going on.I'm Mistress and you will address me as such!" the girl said sternly.Devin looked somewhat confused and he started to ask her anotherquestion. She stopped him mid-question by reaching out and pushing himdown on his back in one swift motion. She then placed one booted footon his chest."I. Neetha confronted her and said that I was still a kid and it was ok and nothing to worry.After that, Neetha came out and gave me a smile.Around 6 pm, Neetha went out to shop and buy some household items. Suddenly Soumya was calling Neetha. I went to her and told her that Neetha hasn’t returned yet.Soumya: Oh! Is it?Me: Yes. But what can I do for you?Soumya: No no. Nothing.Me: Tell me. No problem.Soumya: Actually, I have to go to the washroom.Me: It’s ok. I’ll help.Soumya: but…I went near her.