Vivianne
Vivianne stood by the window, holding a glass of wine in her hand. It was before noon, but today that didn't matter. For the past several years, that didn't matter. The curtains were closed and she lifted it back an inch with a finger. Someone was approaching.
She set her glass down on the table beside her. A yellow envelope lay open beside it. In haste, she made her way to the door and undid the locks. A knock came. Looking through the peephole, she could see a man in a grey overcoat and hat.
Opening the door, slow at first, she ushered him in. The tail of his coat had just made it through, before the locks were bolted again. She turned to him, who was in the process of removing his coat.
"Someone knows." Vivianne said. There was a sharp jab in her voice.
The man removed his hat and set it down. "Okay now, let's not jump to -" He looked down at the envelope pushed at him. Keeping an eye on her, he opened it with caution. "Receipts?"
"Copy of receipts. Look where. Look at the damn photos!"
"Oh... I... uh... I see." He said, tossing the photos onto the counter. "And you are positive of the results, aren't you?"
Vivianne waved a hand up in the air. "Of course I am. What, do you think I'm an idiot? We're good."
He adjusted his gloves. "I'll take care of it."
Vivianne raised her glass and finished every drop.
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