Thread: Root of (Evil)² {HeavenSundered & darjeeling}

When the coffee was placed on the desk, her eyes immediately honed in on the smoke still curling and rising from the surface and even more importantly, noted that it was not prefaced with the placing of a coaster of any kind. She quickly leaned forward to lift the mug up to avoid a permanent circle staining her desk and placed a piece of paper under it - the very same paper with the woman she had most recently hung up on. That simple act would speak volumes for just how highly she of both patron and consumer, considering the integrity of her varnished, wooden desk to be of far more importance than either of the two. After adjusting the corners to align with the sides perfectly, the intern's next bubbly spew gave her pause. Fan... fangirl...? Valerie's brows dipped down to its usual 30 angle, most prevalent whenever she was either confused or irritated. Considering the former rarely happened, she found herself more surprised that that particular word had been used in lieu of merely an admirer . As it was, she was feeling a bit of both truthfully. Interns were rarely so brash, and this girl... this Zhanna, stomped on all the unwritten rules laid out for and by the fresh meat. Whilst flattery might be something many of the higher suits enjoyed, she found she couldn't stomach even a little bit of it. Not like this. No, there's nothing you can do. She said at last, shaking her head with another tilt of her head. Sorry, the office is closed now so you can go home. Untrue, many of the interns stayed even longer than her and judging by what the night cleaners that had to remain behind too said, some even slept here. It was an oddly disturbing thought that some people would be so caught up in a job that they would literally sleep under a table just for a better chance at an opportunity but it simply meant, to Valerie, that there were more interns to pick and choose from to get the paperwork filed bright and early. Not that she would leave the more urgent business to them, but there was always little things to complete like making sure the coffee machine was fully functional and double checking conference rooms and confirming that the chairs were pushed in and the projector was plugged in and working. Little things of which little people were more than happy to complete if it meant even a word with their boss. It was unfortunate that Valerie could never quite recall their names or faces, unimportant as their duties was that she even decided to simply leave post-it notes out by her door for interns to take and complete at her whim. Zhanna, though. Zhanna was... strange. Even her overt boot-licking set off alarms in her head. Though she did not doubt the girl, she knew that there was something... off. Of course she needed that kind of intense instinct to sort the bad from the good this girl was something else entirely, with her odd hair and that piercing. No recruiter would willingly allow this type of person into Sanctum and Valerie fully intended on finding out just who it was who did. She didn't know why, but she followed her gut. My assistant will show you out. She concluded, leaning over to press the button that would call not just her secretary, but the security too.