The woman took the flier and looked at it.
“I’m afraid not. You’re not supposed to have pet in this building.”
“I know, that’s way I’m not posting any signs. I’m hoping someone took her in. I hope no one reports me.”
“Come on in,” the woman said. The woman. “My name id Chang Ying. I was about to have some tea. Would you like a cup?”
“Yes, please,” Jen answered as she was ushered into the dining room. The luxury of the interior matched the luxury of the exterior of the apartments. “You have a nice apartment. Have you lived here long?”
“No, only a few weeks,” came the reply from the kitchen. Jen looked around the room, hoping to find a glimpse of Charlize’s laptop-no such luck. Chang Ying returned with a tray with a tea pot, two cups and sugar.
“You speak English so well,” Jen said. “I detect an accent, but I can’t tell from where.”
Chang Ying chuckled. “I’m from Singapore. English is our official language.”
“What brought you to the USA, if you don’t mind my asking.”
Chang Ying grinned and held up her left hand to reveal an expensive ring. “I’m getting married.”
“Congratulations,” Jen said. “How did you two meet?”
Chang Ying chuckled and sat back in her chair. “My fiancé doesn’t like me to tell the story, but we met online. I signed up with an agency that connects women with American men. We started talking, and Jimmy invited me here. After a couple of weeks, he proposed. We’re going to Las Vegas in two weeks to get married.”
“Oh, that’s exciting.” Jen said. “You’ll love that. What is your husband’s name?”
“His name is Jimmy Rich,” Chang Ying replied.
“What does he do for a living?”
“He’s a political consultant. In fact, he’s in Washington consulting a candidate for the Senate. He goes there every Monday and returns on Fridays. After the elections, he’ll move in here with me.”
“Wow,” Jen said. “Who is he consulting?”
“He won’t tell me. He says it’s all about timing. He’ll announce it at the right time.”
Jen and Chang Ying made small talk for a while and then Jen left the same way she came in through the garage.