Racheal glanced at her wristwatch. She had already spent about one hour here.

“I still have to respond to them, accepting their offer.” She said looking up at Madame Dalloz.

“Oh dear. Of course.” Madame Dalloz said.

“Do you have a printer I could use?” Racheal asked.

The woman looked at her in confusion for a few seconds. Then she said, “Oh, you are not allowed a smartphone or computer!”

Racheal nodded.

“That's such a ridiculous law. Like you could not communicate with ...