An Angel and a devil.

Dear Diary,

Today I made the acquaintance of a most excellent person. The lady in question had sapphire-like orbs that seemed to see into your very soul and beyond. Most learned in the best of disciplines: mathematics, geo-sciences, art history, archaeology, classical studies, you name it, she's done it. A friendly person, amicable as amicable can be. Would that I was as venerable as she, I would have most certainly attempted to woo her with my cithara. It is not often one meets a scholar of such high quality, that can answer most any question like a precision. Her eyes mesmerize, unlike any others. It is no exaggeration that the most resplendent Peggy was indeed a great honour to meet. She is a paragon of excellence. Her face could launch a thousand ships and her mind is even more keen than that of Didier himself. I hold her in the highest esteem, in the best regard, as a lady and a scholar of the utmost attainment. Peggy truly is a diamond in amidst a sea of lesser-precious zircons. Her voice is akin to that of an Angel, cascading in perfect received pronunciation, more English than the English themselves. I could not place her accent (for she masked it very well indeed) but I suspect the fair lady is either Irish, or perhaps Scottish. She is of a calbire unmatched by any man or woman save Minerva Cantabrigae herself. Peggy, to me, is a goddess. A fragment of the empyreal heaven, truly a ruby in the dust. It was an honour to study with her, for all but an hour or two. I hold her is such high regard as Dr. Noy himself, a most excellent and learned tutor.

I was ashamed today. At work I found evidence of another Team Member defrauding the company. Despite my national allegiance, it was not correct for corruption and dishonesty to go unnoticed. I immediately informed my superior (Chairlady Mao) because despite the slender evidence to go on, the till has been down several weeks running, and it is our responsibility to root out the double dealing, and get to the heart of the matter. I felt like Al'hadeen, "That is very disrespectful to our leader." The truth will always out, and despite the hard work put in by my colleagues, one must never bite the hand that feeds it. Principles, honesty, good old fashioned tradition is the way. No other way exists, lest our very souls be thrown into the hazard.