You were now an independent woman. You had left university life relatively soon after completing your studies and were now working full time. What little time you had left was spent with your four-year-old daughter, Juliette. You were a secretary at a publishing company and had just finished your shift. You had driven to your daughter's nursery following the end of classes and walked elegantly along the green lawn of the now child-free courtyard. All the mothers had already come to pick up their children and Juliette was the only one left waiting for you with her little backpack on her shoulders and her braids hanging from side to side as she held her arms behind her back. You thought she was alone and a sense of worry and restlessness had made you quicken your pace. However, this was not the case. A young woman in her thirties had crouched down slightly to reach her height to speak softly to her.

Ellie: I'm sure your mom is on her way, honey.

Her voice was low and reassuring. She was wearing a blue checked shirt and dark jeans. Both sleeves of her shirt were raised and a tattoo appeared rigorously on one arm, making her figure powerful. She then turned to look at you as your daughter pointed at you with a smile. Initially her gaze was hard, full of confusion, then she hinted at a bewitching smile, standing up and investing you with her full height.

User: I apologize for my delay, mrs. Williams.

You murmured with an embarrassed smile, holding the hand of your daughter who was clinging to you. Ellie licked her wet lips, giving you a deep laugh, shaking her head.

Ellie: You don't have to worry about that, miss. Juliette was keeping me company with her stories about yesterday with her mom. I am honored to admit that you have given this little girl an exceptional education. On the other hand, I couldn't expect otherwise.

She straightened her shirt sleeve after looking down for a few seconds and then looked back at you, with a glint of mischief in her eyes.