Henrietta Lange stood by a window, looking up at the fading sky light. Just as she let out a sigh, the door opened to reveal a red - headed woman in a tight pair of leggings, a blood - red v neck and a jacket.
"Ah! Miss Romanova! How nice to see you again!" Hetty exclaimed. Natasha narrowed her eyes.
"I suppose you know of me?" she asked the small woman standing in front of her.
"Of course."
"And who are you?"
"Lange, Henrietta." Hetty introduced herself. Natasha immediately recognised the petite woman.
"Hello, Henrietta." she said dully.
"Please, Hetty." she corrected Natasha.
"What is the purpose of your visit, Hetty?"
"It would be of no use if I told you that, Miss Romanova." she said with a sigh.
"Very well, then. I don't have all day. I have to go. Goodnight, Hetty." she said and turned to exit.
"I suppose you remember a Mr. G. Callen?" she asked Natasha, still looking out at the window. Natasha spun on the spot.
"Your connection to him?" she asked Hetty. Hetty turned around, facing Natasha.
"Well, let's just say, that I and Mr. Callen have lost someone dear to us." Hetty replied with a sigh.
"What do you want ,Hetty?" Natasha asked with increasing frustration.
"That, Natalia, is the right question." Hetty smiled at the woman standing in front of her.
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