“Yes?”

“Would you be so nice to come here?” Ironic.

“Yes, of course, what do you need?”

“You’re quitting.”

“Oh, why?”

“I feel something. That’s why. I feel something that could hurt you, me, my children.”

“Do you think that I’m a problem?”

“Well, if I will be honest, then yes. You’re a problem.”

“You can’t do it, Miranda.”

“What?! I can’t?”

“Or… you don’t want to. Do you?”

“Oh… I didn’t say I want to, I just have to, Andrea.”

“I don’t have anything to do, Miranda. Please, don’t do it.”

“If this is your only problem, get out of here.”

“I won’t miss just the job.” Going to the door. “I will miss you.”

“Andrea?”

Looks.

“I will miss you too. Have a nice day.” Turning away on chair.