The sun had gone dim, inclined to the west as it shined warmly upon the water fountain. Its fading light spread across the lawn when he arrived.
Just across the driveway of his house, a lady with a briefcase in her hand stood with professional composure, appearing piqued as she cast her gaze upon the many features of the estate.
Slender, auburn hair and a promising tea body shape.
'She does have good taste.'
Complimenting the Provost's taste in women, Max silently approached the lady, to which she soon tilted towards him upon hearing his footsteps.
She spoke first, their eyes meeting.
"Good evening, sir. Are you Mister Max by any chance?"
"Yes," Max responded as he came to a halt.
"Very well. I would like you to place your thumb on this box in order to confirm your identity and also unlock its content."
She spoke frankly, raising up the briefcase to show him the inbuilt fingerprint scanner it had.
