"Well, its not a dream sweetheart. Or should I say-"
He pauses and looks at the papers on his desk.
"Perdita Waldeburg, is that not your name?"
I scowl at the name spoken, Perdita was an
unwanted gift from my mother before she passed away from
child birth.
"I prefer Wally, actually."
"And I prefer to call humans by their names of birth."
He chuckles, and shifts through the stack of papers
on his desk.
I scowl for a while and stare at the pile of papers.
"What is all that?"
I ask, gesturing to the stack of papers.
He waves a hand to a black leather chair that sits across
from him.
"Well why don't you have seat then, and I'll tell
you everything. Well on a strictly need to know basis,
anyway."