Snippet #2543674

The woman looked up from the paperwork she had been filling out since the night before. A polite smile rose on her lips. "Good morning, Mr. Ombre." Her accent was soft, but noticeable. "I am well, thank you for asking. And how are you doing this morning?"

Her hair was hanging loose down her back and behind her ear. She was wearing a dark grey suit jacket and a black pair of dress pants. Her office was rather neat and tidy, everything in perfect order and had an old air to it. Her pistols laid flat on her desk, as they normally did when she wasn't out on call. "Have we been called in by Mr. Davion for a case yet? If I have to fill out one more bloody report, I am going scream." She sighed and leaned back in her chair.