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In the Royal Greenhouses of Laeken, Brussels, Jane is now sitting face to face with a woman with an unkempt appearance. Thick glasses and a face full of freckles, messy tangled brown hair that doesn’t seem to have been washed in the past few days. Jane at this point isn’t really sure if it was the same person that she is looking for. The picture of Viera on her file is showing a pretty girl with tidy appearances. She even lifts the photo in front of her, side by side with Viera’s face to make sure that indeed she is the one she is looking for. “Miss, do you know what you’ve been doing is not polite?” “Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I am just making sure that I am talking with the right person. So, you’re Viera, right? The genius botanist that has won much attention due to your thesis