{ As Irene Adler remarks on her website masthead: know when you’re beaten. }
—— have you been wicked?
Irene was finally back in London. Surprising, is it? Only those who knew her well could imagine how she did get back without consequence and a clean trail. Could they? Surely it will be one of the secrets—tricks—she will never reveal. To her delight things were not going to be dull, and there was still so much to play with. When she received the photos on the phone portraying the incoming guest she wondered if that visit will be the start of a new game—nevertheless, she was going to have fun. "Don't you worry darling, I will beat you for good toda—oh," she exclaimed with faked surprise and a crop in her hand while she was getting to the living room, where Kate welcomed the guest. "Not the client I was expecting… but I'm sure we can still arrange something, can we?"
She then gave a little smile, for a more serious question. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
