She’d come to the Business Center to attend to some practical matters, but before she got around to them she allowed herself the luxury of an extra few minutes with her webcams. The little girl was being home-schooled, just as the woman had been herself for a time. She didn’t know why. And she didn’t really care. The kid seemed happy enough. The mother treated her well, from what she could see. Right now, for example, it was lunchtime. The girl was out in the yard, playing with her dolls, acting out make-believe scenarios the way seven-year-olds do. The woman congratulated herself. She’d done well, given how little time she’d had to prepare for this additional case. That was the benefit of experience. These things became second nature. She’d thought about passing this job to her successor, but in the end decided to handle it herself. One more go-around, before she handed over the reins. Because there were two unique aspects to this scenario that fascinated her: Where the girl was living, and who she was living with.
