Milo was sitting in a familiar living room. It had been a long time however, since he had last sat inside. Picking up his drink, he took a few large gulps before placing it down. A moment afterwards, the door to the room opened and the owner entered.
"Valerica. It is good to see you. I didn't expect you to set up a private visit in your home after years. What can I do for you?" The seven foot woman said nothing, simply taking her seat in front of Milo. Waiting for something.
Turning to the door, he still wasn't there causing her to frown. "Hank!" She yelled, just as the old man rounded the door. "Don't raise your voice young lady." He said shuffling with a stack of documents in his hand.
Valerica placed her hand on her forehead watching the man who refuses to retire shuffle forward with her documents. "Hank, you are going to give yourself another heart attack. Let me hel-" "No!"
