C92 Chapter 92

I stepped out of the airplane. There stood a black car with two men standing beside it. A woman stood by the passenger seat looking in her early thirties.

'Hello, Mrs Rutherford, welcome to London." She welcomed.

'Thank you, Mrs鈥� '

' Just call me Joyce. Honestly, I have the odds."

' Well, Mrs鈥� sorry Joyce. I still don't understand why I have to be here