A soft knock came at the door and aunt Elsie opened it to find two strange guys on black sunglasses and well knotted black suit standing next to each other with a blue file in their hands.

Aunt Elsie was startled, she can tell from their faces it meant trouble, but she would rather not bulge or get intimidated with their obscure looks.

“How may I help young men?” She seethed, dragging her eyes from their head to toes, her voice was dainty and as well holds a small powerful tone.

“Is this Mrs. Kent?” The first man asked, and she nodded in response.

“Then, permit me to show you...