Snippet #1487049

The waiting room outside of the CEO's office could only be described as lavish. Rich mahogany trim, plush carpets, hand crafted leather furnature. It spoke of someone who had both the time and money to entertain guests before entertaining guests. In reality, though, Freya Mortix had no say in how her personal waiting room looked. It was a task delegated to her secretary, Babayaga Vladmiskov. The secretary was just as detail oriented and task focused as her boss, but about other things. Meetings, appointments, decorations, meals, all these things were her domain.

The smallest hint of a frown blemished Babayaga's luscious mouth as she worked. She wasn't unhappy; it was simply a habit while she typed reports for her boss to review. Her job was to sift through all the junk sent up to Freya and make sure she occupied her time with things that really mattered. Budget deficiencies, worker complaints, vacation requests...all these things never graced the most powerful woman in the city's desk. There were a rash of reports about rogue supers and the "Insurrection" appearing with annoying frequency, though.

Ms. Vladmiskov, Mr. Snyder, please report to my office at your earliest convenience. The voice of Ms. Mortix echoed through Rasputina's head, making her shiver a bit. She reminded herself that it was for business, tried to surpress her...reaction. It isn't healthy to be...close to someone like Freya, she reminded herself.

Babayaga stood and quickly fetched an espresso before she entered the office. Taking care not to disturb the leaf pattern in the coffee, she set it down on a clear spot of the desk, along with another stack of papers in the in-box.

"You rang, ma'am?" she questioned, her Russian accent thick.