{ As Irene Adler remarks on her website masthead: know when you’re beaten. }
—— have you been wicked?
Irene Adler was back in London—surprising, is it? She could tell beforehand people would feel the need to see it with their eyes. No wonder the last weeks have been quite frantic, between the job and other business. While she did expect someone checking on her for whatever reason, she wasn't expecting a real visit. Though she smiled when she saw on the phone the photos of the incoming guest. She wasn't planning to meet him yet, but it was going to be interesting. Sat on the couch of the living room she was reading a book, letting Kate to welcome the guest. "Hope you're going to be worth of the interruption," she said, raising up her eyes, away from the book. "To what do I owe the visit, dear?"
