The innest event is about to begin. Geraldine Julienne, who was the right hand and wrote articles about Esme, fell ill. Daily Punctilio sent a new journalist.

Esme is annoyed. Esme's tongue passes over her lips, she puts on a sugary smile.

"My little lamb. You will publish an article, and it should contain words about worship of me. Is that clear?"

That girl looks intelligent and she speaks too many quotes from books. She looks like a nasty volunteer.