So many things had happened of late, she was still whirling from it all. Placing a hand to her forehead as she entered the apartment, she dumped the keys to her vespa, on the little table beside the door. Lightly kicking the door shut with the heel of her boot, at least she didn’t walk away till she heard it click shut.

Still cold from having lost her fur coat, at the café, she was not happy, but at least she still had her camera bag. From it’s depths she retrieved her camera, and that’s when the little card fell out. Damn, she had totally forgotten with so many shocks. Leaning down she picked it up, lightly passing her thumb over the face, walking to the phone, with a thoughtful expression on her pixie like features.

It didn’t take long for her to punch in the numbers, her voice was soft, and just a touch breezy, from just coming in off the street cold. Though it would not last, as she kept the apartment, at a nice 80 degrees… well nice for her anyway…

“ Hello, I am calling for Miss Valmont… My name is Fortune Constantine… “