She looked at him as he sat down. She sat down beside him, crossed her legs and folded her hands on her laps. With that she glanced at him and spoke listening.
"My father was the famous Archietet. He told me when I was younger that he was in dire need of a writer for his buisness. To let people know about him. I accepted not knowing the rule quite yet but as I grew older I kept it to myself and I just loved writing so I knew I was good at it. I didn't see anything else but that in the paper and I got my brother to say he wanted the job and luckily the writer knew my father so it worked great."
She looked at him. She knew he was judging but she didn't care it was who she was.