Calytrix had arrived at her destination.

She got out of the taxi, paid for the fare and as the vehicle zoomed off, she looked at the huge gates that provided a glimpse of the glamour of the Meyers' estate.

She suspired and moved from where she was standing, heading towards the black gates. However, she diverted and stopped just short of the wicket gate, where she raised her hand to knock.

In no time, the middle-aged gatekeeper had answered. “Who is it?”

“Good evening, it's me, Mrs. ...