Archived:The Modern Janissaries/Law Firm

Law Firm/Roger and Elle

She stood in the foyer of the building, as the receptionist tapped in her name. She wore a fitted suit with heels at least 7 inches high. Her hair was simply brushed and washed and she wore a minimal amount of makeup, except for the ruby red lipstick.

Her body froze at the touch and she struggled to look at him, not use to being leant on for emotional support, "you'll practically relaxing in a chair with me beside you," she replied.

"And this is the least dangerous part , I mean really, are you having a panic attack?" She asked glancing up at him, "you were fine doing all of the other stuff and you're panicking over this,"

"Nothing's perfect," she said finally, "no matter how much you want it to be."

"No, i'm not perfect, I'm just better than everyone. Does not mean I'm perfect," she rebutted, "but thanks for acknowledging it," she said as the receptionist pushed forward two I.Ds

"But I'm not perfect," she replied as she headed towards the elevator, "so, really, it's pointless for you to be a perfectionist. All it does is damage your health."

OOC: dangit. I was gonna make a reference to the other RP where he told her to change but then noticed that happened after this XD

OOC: Lololol

"Everyone can perfect their personality," she said, "look at me, my personality is perfect, it's really just my body that keeps me from not being perfect."

She opened her mouth to say something then closed it as they brushed into an office. A guy around thirty years old walked up to them with an open hand.

"Anastasia Black," she said with a smile, "now...our office is this one?"

~TIMESKIP~

"Of course it does," she said, "this one, though, is what we're looking for."

She raised an eyebrow at him, "of course he's not the one who kidnapped the kid," she said, "but he might have been involved or close by for the police to think he is."

"Sure, we could be," she said, "but I think that's unlikely. Very unlikely."

"We're surrounded by people, Roger, if he is able to get a finger on us without either of us smashing his fingers in then they'll be able to get him off."

She nodded back as she settled back into the chair, "of course we will."

"I never laugh at people seeking knowledge and every question is a real one," she replied with a wave of her hand, flicking through the folder.

She was torn. Should she reveal how she really wasn't that confident and, in all honesty, rather believed that she will lead them all to their death. Or keep that facade, that she was so good at, up. She, being nothing except stubborn, decided to go for the latter. "It's not really a how, it's just who I am. I have a goal in mind and a one track mind. My mind doesn't allow me to find distractions, like insecurities." She didn't know how to answer the question, or if what she said pleased him. It was one of those things she did without thinking about it.

"Being confident is who I am, it's like asking how I walk. I know how to do it without thinking about it," she explained further before waving her hand, "and anyway, no one can be like me and I cannot be like anyone else."

She looked at him in amusement, "special?" She asked, " I suppose so," she replied. "Anyway," she said, emphasising the change of subject. Analysing her personality was not something she liked doing. "It says that he was hanging around the building for a few hours. A child disappeared from the building and footage showed him running away around the time the child was said to disappear."

"I don't think the cult particularly cares what the human's think," she thought out loud, "Might have been there at the wrong time or the wrong place."

She gave him an "are you serious" look, "if they found out about the cult, they'd be dead. They don't have the power to defeat them. We don't even know if we can."

"You underestimate the cult if you believe the human's can overthrow them, we barely survived and we have some power," she snapped, "this is what Liam was having a go at all of you. You underestimate them. You overestimate the humans, too, as smart doesn't equate to power."

"There's a fine line between wishful thinking and positivity," she snapped before pushing out of her chair, "come on, I want to interrogate the guy."

She wagged her index finger at him, "I'm not married...unless you're offering," she said with a wink before brushing into the hall.

"Are you saying I look old?"

"Thanks," she said as she moved down to a car.

"Yep," she said with a nod, "wasn't allowed bail."

She shrugged slightly, "who knows, maybe."

"It amazes me that you think I have," she said with a snort, "well, to be fair, I have been at a couple. Just not uh legal ones," she added on before coughing slightly, "we just ask what he knows."

"Because he's innocent," she replied, "except for being there at the wrong place and the wrong time. We're his only chance of getting free. He'd be an idiot not to reveal to us what he knows."

"True," she said, "though the majority of the world are idiots so lets not have too much of an expectation."

She exited the building and into a car.