Chp 13 - What Firm?

Valencia Issachar looked at the man that stood on the threshold of the Victorian house, gaping at her like he had never seen a woman before. She looked down at the address on her phone. Oh yes, this was certainly the address.

16, Norksfold drive, Sanchusett, Baleria.

She was not expecting it to be a home though, she had expected an office.

When you get an ad for an assistant, of course, you expect to be received in an office by an actual business and not by a confused-looking man, standing on the threshold of what some would call a gothic-style home, gaping at you.

She gave him a fleeting smile "Mr Alarick?" she tilted her head in question, her honey-coloured hair, waving gently as if asking a question of their own.

Jordan berated himself for zoning out. Look at him, a Sherriff, well an ex-sheriff and a man of the badge; ex too, yet here he was staring at a woman as if he had never seen one before.

Of course, he had seen his share of beautiful women, even Peonia had been beautifu