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She was already expected. Mellie had no sooner climbed the steps to the door than it opened hospitably. She saw a woman whose age she could not determine. It was obvious that she was not young, but it was also impossible to call her old. The smile on the face of the person who met her was not on duty, but the friendliest. Mellie smiled back.

And the lady saw in front of her a young girl with large grayish-green eyes, not a beauty in the literal sense of the word, but very pretty. Too big nose for a thin face and somewhat asymmetrical facial features gave the guest a peculiar charm. But the girl’s hair immediately attracted her attention – it was a magnificent waterfall of thick long hair. Mellie was very proud of her hair and took care of it like a mother of a child. Her hair was dark by nature, but she achieved an amazing shade with the help of highlighting and various coloring. Her hair shimmered with pearly mother-of-pearl and sparkled in the sun. This radiant splendor flowed down his back to his knees. The hair was thick and heavy, so the girl usually tried to tie it in a knot or fasten it with hairpins. But in very rare cases, Mellie simply put her hair in a ponytail so that everyone could see the rare beauty. And such a case was just that day. Mellie noticed a note of admiration in the eyes of the stranger who met her.

– Are you Mellie? – the voice was deep and somehow homely. Mellie had been completely devoid of any sentimentality for a long time. She very diligently eradicated the beginnings of any feelings in herself, whether it was sympathy, anger or hatred. She could portray any feeling and reflect it on her face, but not in her soul… However, the girl wasn’t sure if she had a soul. But hearing this voice, for some reason, it seemed to her that it became warmer and more joyful …on the soul? No. It was just that the mood was good, the day was wonderful, and the woman was nice and kind. No soul.

– Come in, please, Mr. Mellone is waiting for you! – the lady stood aside, letting Mellie go ahead.

She found herself in a small but very cozy hall, which seemed to be bathed in sunlight. There were flowers, climbing plants, a minimum of furniture and silence all around… The silence was the same as there, outside the gate, not empty and cold, but peaceful and warm. Passing through the hall, they entered a long wide corridor, at the end of which was a large arch with a heavy door. The woman pointed to the door and said: «This is Mr. Mellone’s cabinet. I hope this office will become your workplace!», and went ahead. If Mellie had been alone, she would have galloped down the corridor, she was so eager to see the Object, but she was forced to trudge like a hobbled horse and feigned indifference. Her trained eye immediately identified the location of the cameras, half of which were artfully hidden, and it became clear that Mr. Devon was right. There was not a single corner in the mansion that would hide from the all-seeing eye. For a moment she felt like a frog, crucified on the glass of a large microscope, which was going to be dissected. The feeling was extremely unpleasant, incomprehensible and somehow new. She had never felt anything like this before. Millie was angry at the unfamiliar sensations that bothered her, and with difficulty refrained from showing her tongue, and with it her middle finger to the nearest camera. It is in the nearest one, so that it can be seen well! Although she suspected that those sitting on the other side could freely count how many breaths she took in a minute.

«Why does he need so many cameras? Fucking paranoid! – Mellie chuckled to herself. – No, he is not paranoid, because I, for example, didn`t come to pay a courtesy call at all…». She had to get used to the idea that her every movement was recorded – a turn, a tilt of the head, a look, a conversation. In addition, there was no doubt that the observers were able to read lips, in case the sound suddenly disappeared or someone spoke in a whisper. She was so lost in thought that she almost jumped, but no, thanks to her experience, when she heard the voice of a friendly companion: «Mr. Mellone, this is Miss Mellie!». The friendly lady again, as at the entrance doors, stood aside, letting Mellie to go ahead.