Suna Sundevale : The Roof (Sagaro Mall)
Suna had just ducked into her observatory to check the state of affairs. Far too often, she had allowed her customers free reign of the premises to come back seeing that they had delved into her private affairs. Or something equally annoying. Just to her realization, she saw one of the men talking loudly on his phone and destroying the careful, devoted ambience that she had spent so much time in maintaining. Giving him a look, she grasped the phone out of his fingers, before lifting it to her ear. Someone was blabbering on about something dealing with stocks, before Suna, cutting through the conversation, addressed him. “He is currently unavailable, call back later.”
“What are you doing?!” the man called as she pressed the disconnection button. She didn’t answer, except to stride away dismissively. It was just like those uncivilized cretin businessman to think more about what could be discussed at home, when there were stars to watch. They were out in full force, with the brightness of their shimmering selves making patterns in the sky. With her naked eye, Suna could almost see the various colors that they possessed, almost like jewels set into a black velvet box.
Just then, her top-notch phone started to vibrate, and her manicured hand flew to it with a frown. Who could it be at this hour? It was almost 8 PM, and any sane person would have waited to give her a call - especially if they knew that it was a weekend, and she was therefore busy. But looking at the caller ID, she almost dropped it in shock.
Her customer’s woman, or so she assumed. They certainly made a pair.
Feeling as though she would much rather throw the phone out the window, she picked up and brought the phone closer to ear. Suna was breaking her own rules with this action, but, well, there was nothing else that you could do with old money. “Hello? Miss, is there anything that I can help you with?” Her voice was an emotionless monotone, and she ignored the customer from before who was throwing a fit. What was one customer against her life? It was just like her customer to force her to deal with that proud wife of his. She was far too used to having her own way - but that was just to be expected. At the very least, Suna could say that they paid well. Extremely well. “No, Miss, there hasn’t been the chance to do such a thing yet, so…” Suna replied purposely slowly. She knew this woman far too well to do anything too rebellious, but it wouldn’t stop her from making her irritation clear. “Ah, I see. The students, you say? So when are you going to come pick up your object?” Then, with a barely audible sigh, she dropped the phone back into her pocket and graceful, ever-so silently made her way to their exit.
Hopefully the monkeys inside wouldn’t break anything without her there.
So where exactly where those students. With her quick cursory glance, she had not been managed to catch their faces - and even if she did, there was no way that she would have ever thought them to be important and therefore recognize their names. With a look around, she realized that there were two groups of students that could possibly be the ones that she was looking for - one with two girls, and one with two girls and a boy. Which one was it? It was just like her customers to not give her enough information to deal with it.
Looking at each of the groups more closely, she realized that one of the groups was noticeably closer to her, as the other was in the Rose Gardens. She would try them first, as it would take less time so that she could get back to doing what she wanted to do. Turning in their direction, she took out her irritation at the request by being more standoffish than usual. “Package?” Was there anyway that she could be sure that she was approaching the right group of students. “I was told that you had some sort of delivery. Messengers?” It was not descriptive enough that she could simply shrug it off as a mistake if need be - but it was passable.
“What are you doing?!” the man called as she pressed the disconnection button. She didn’t answer, except to stride away dismissively. It was just like those uncivilized cretin businessman to think more about what could be discussed at home, when there were stars to watch. They were out in full force, with the brightness of their shimmering selves making patterns in the sky. With her naked eye, Suna could almost see the various colors that they possessed, almost like jewels set into a black velvet box.
Just then, her top-notch phone started to vibrate, and her manicured hand flew to it with a frown. Who could it be at this hour? It was almost 8 PM, and any sane person would have waited to give her a call - especially if they knew that it was a weekend, and she was therefore busy. But looking at the caller ID, she almost dropped it in shock.
Her customer’s woman, or so she assumed. They certainly made a pair.
Feeling as though she would much rather throw the phone out the window, she picked up and brought the phone closer to ear. Suna was breaking her own rules with this action, but, well, there was nothing else that you could do with old money. “Hello? Miss, is there anything that I can help you with?” Her voice was an emotionless monotone, and she ignored the customer from before who was throwing a fit. What was one customer against her life? It was just like her customer to force her to deal with that proud wife of his. She was far too used to having her own way - but that was just to be expected. At the very least, Suna could say that they paid well. Extremely well. “No, Miss, there hasn’t been the chance to do such a thing yet, so…” Suna replied purposely slowly. She knew this woman far too well to do anything too rebellious, but it wouldn’t stop her from making her irritation clear. “Ah, I see. The students, you say? So when are you going to come pick up your object?” Then, with a barely audible sigh, she dropped the phone back into her pocket and graceful, ever-so silently made her way to their exit.
Hopefully the monkeys inside wouldn’t break anything without her there.
So where exactly where those students. With her quick cursory glance, she had not been managed to catch their faces - and even if she did, there was no way that she would have ever thought them to be important and therefore recognize their names. With a look around, she realized that there were two groups of students that could possibly be the ones that she was looking for - one with two girls, and one with two girls and a boy. Which one was it? It was just like her customers to not give her enough information to deal with it.
Looking at each of the groups more closely, she realized that one of the groups was noticeably closer to her, as the other was in the Rose Gardens. She would try them first, as it would take less time so that she could get back to doing what she wanted to do. Turning in their direction, she took out her irritation at the request by being more standoffish than usual. “Package?” Was there anyway that she could be sure that she was approaching the right group of students. “I was told that you had some sort of delivery. Messengers?” It was not descriptive enough that she could simply shrug it off as a mistake if need be - but it was passable.