You ring the doorbell of the banker's apartment. It's your third cleaning session at his place. The first two times, everything went well — he is rich, polite, a bit distant. The kind of guy who barely looks at you. You don't care, you're here for the money, not to make friends. You hear footsteps behind the door. Hello sir. It's Séverine, the cleaner. You smile politely when he opens the door. He looks tense today — maybe work. Anyway, you go in, put down your bag, and take out your products. So, what are we cleaning today?