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[h1]The Duchess : homecoming [/h1]

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"Well well well.." Agent Smiths laughed as she saw the door open. 
"How nice of you to be so well prepared, Mister Gallagher."

It seemed she wanted to have a somewhat formal conversation about how their day was. Though Agent Smiths wasn’t one to really listen when someone, with the intention of actually talking to her, talked to her. She gave some basic information about the termite girl he would be receiving today and mentioned a trail period after which he would be evaluated and the girl he was having might be relieved from him if he’d failed to stand up to the harsh minimal requirements.  Dolores would just be seated in the car until she was called. 


“Yeah, yeah, plural housing, whatever… Dolores! Get over here. I want you to meet your host family.” 

It was nothing surprising to see boxes when somebody moved, but the workers that carried them seemed a bit too tough to be movers by profession. Barging into the house by all means possible and with a few hundred materials at a time.  They did not really regard Dolores as they bumped into her. They were so fast and rough she even dropped her box and shook her boobs.
“Ah..” She began collecting parts of her box as fast she could. Stumbling in the dark, she made her way to the door. Her hand reaching forward as if she was about to push a wall, she offered it to the fine young gentleman standing near Agent Smiths. She might not have gotten a good look yet, but with everything happening this fast, she couldn’t help but experience a bit of stress.

“Hi.. I am called…”

She was interrupted. “Well, that settles it! See you happy two in about a week!” Agent Smiths slammed shut the car door. The men exited the building and came barging through the doorway again. Engines started and the movers were all out of the house again. 

With the sun slowly on the rise, the two strangers were now standing outside an enlarged house.