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Morning came, and I was eager to finally meet Eric Willingham.

But the annoying thing was nosey journalists flocking around our house.

There were at least five of them, each clinging to their cameras, waiting for someone to make the mistake of stepping out of this house.

I checked the address that was sent to me last night one more time before getting dressed.

Red, they say, is attractive, but I chose to go with olive green instead. I believe it compliments my skin, or maybe it's because I just have a thing for the color.

Either way, green it is.

The date is by 12pm. Odd timing, but I guess that is when the Great Eric Willingham is free.

I still have time before then, but leaving this house wouldn't be that easy, so I needed to start early.

It was 10 am. on the dot when I made my first attempt to leave.

My face came in direct contact with the butler the moment I stepped out.