Rules of Conduct in the Void, Chapter XII - Rules of Conduct in the Void, #12

The next morning Irene told me directly that Alastair Cohen a ghost, that useless to chase him, and to ring up him as if he was on the Moon. I did not mind. What for? After all, it was just a test, a loyalty test. It didn't mean I trusted her anymore now. Should I rely Irene on, whom I hardly know? It's just that our relationship has moved to another level. She stopped being a problem. And as the esteemed Sigmund Freud said, "the scale of your personality is determined by the magnitude of the problem, which can make you angry.
So, my nerves are fine. She sits at the table like a schoolgirl, with the difference that her naked knees stick out from below. My eyes are involuntarily fixed down - because I'm standing in front of it - to her bare knees. Irene, if you don't know her yet, is my personal secretary. Age? - I would give 30 years... Height and weight in the optimal proportion. The eyes are greenish brown. Black hair falls on the shoulders.