"Ah, well. Such has always been the case with youth, I think. And I assume that that is why you have come to see me today? Please, do have a seat." He gestures to the rather comfortable chair in front of his desk and then goes back behind it to resume his won seat.

As he does so, he steal a glance at his calendar, checking the name listed there. May Errol? The name is not familiar, but he can't shake the feeling that he's met this woman before.

"So what can I help you with, Mrs. Errol?"