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Rowena stood at the front door of Regis Academy, waiting for Mr. Sinclair, the school guidance officer, to come and get her. It was after hours, but Mr. Sinclair had told her that this was urgent and he needed to see her this afternoon. Rowena looked at her reflection in the glass door. She was a remarkably attractive woman. Even at 36 she could pass for a woman in her mid-to-late twenties. She was 5'9"--tall for a woman from the Philippines--with a beautiful face, dark eyes, and long Brownish-blonde hair. At least it's been that color since her early twenties when she started coloring it regularly. Her naturally tanned skin was smooth and wrinkle free. Her 34-24-34 body was tone and easily noticeable in her form fitting blouse and knee length skirt, that showed off her fit, long legs.