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Finally at her desk, Francesca started another working day. As it tends to be, Mondays are always busy. There are emails to catch up to, new cases requests and voice mails left during the weekend that require follow up. She needed to ensure that when things get to the relevant people they have all the required information. Francesca knew by now what was the level of detail that was required and the truth is that people always lost track of things and get too emotional. Francesca job was to collect the information and to isolate it from all the noise people add to it. By the time she had arrived home yesterday from auntie Georgia was too late and she had no time on her hands. Today, although, she was determined to find the time to review her work, even if this was at the office desk.
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To those who wouldn't take a closer look, they would only see a tall, skinny women with very straight and bright hair that would seat perfectly on her shoulders line. There was although something very sad about her smile. As if she was making an obvious effort to prove that she is happy, more even, that she was a strong and independent woman. She walked confidently and always with a very straight and tall posture. Francesca couldn't avoid, but to wonder what had happen to her, what would be her story...
-Good afternoon, I have an appointment with Mister Duncan.
-Good afternoon, can you please confirm your surname and first line of address?
-Walton, 10 Johnson road.
-Thank you. If you may seat, I will call you in soon. Can I offer you a coffee or tea while you wait?
-No, I am perfectly fine for now. Thank you.
Francesca was intrigued. Who was she? Once more, although, she wasn't able to intervene, after all, this was her place of work. Somehow she seem to fit in. Like one of those well dressed tall gorgeous women that you always see in television doing the role of strong and successful women, who have everyone's dream office with big windows all around the room.
The meeting was fast, she intended to go there to only sign her divorce papers, so that they could be sent back to who was just about to become her ex wife, as she had no intention to give anymore of her time away. Not to her. Not anymore.
