Snippet #2226835

Mag sat in a small waiting room , leant forwards, her arms folded and resting on her knees. There was a hefty-looking security guard was stood with his back to the doorway, a gesture that clearly enough suggested that she was not going anywhere. She edged sideways, trying to get some sort of idea on what was taking place outside, and her stomach lurched when she caught sight of a police officer having words with the man, in a tone that was not sufficiently loud for her to discern.

This was horrible. Really horrible. She'd only been trying to do a good deed and this was where it had gotten her? Oh God.

The young woman rose to her feet, pacing up and down. How did it look? She was a dropout, from a bad neighbourhood, from a bad home, no official employer to vouch for her, and the family she did have she couldn't drag im. It was not going to look good to a police officer.