"Good evening, Mrs. Welds."

"Good evening." she shook my hand before regaining her seat behind the office table. A seat that had belonged to my father. I sat down too.

"How are you?" she asked slowly.

"Fine." I replied firmly.

"Your documents, please."

I took my documents out of my briefcase and handed them over.

"Here."

She collected them and began to go through.

After about five minutes, she looked up at me.

"Ace, right?"

"Yes, ...