WHO: Svetlana Artemyeva, Michael and Azrael WHAT: Taking charge WHEN: Wednesday evening WHERE: Michael's office WARNINGS: Talk of Svetlana's messed up past
It was just luck that had Michael out of his office the moment Svetlana stopped by. His head snapped around the moment he heard her give her name to the receptionist
"Hello, my name is Svetlana Artemyeva-Firestone and I am here to see-"
Svetlana turned to see Michael standing in the middle of a sea of desks and her face broke into a grin. "Micky!" she squealed happily. Michael heard all of his coworkers grow silent and turn to look at him. Michael was their monosyllabic workmate who didn't get pop culture references and had a strange affinity for cakes. He did not go usually have attractive redheads looking for him, calling him cutesy nicknames.
"She's my sister-in-law," he hissed, as he moved to let her into the work area and guided him to her office. He closed the door behind her and turned to face her. "Are you alright, Svetlana?"
"Oh yes!" she cheerfully nodded. "I wanted to talk to you. Can you call Azra here?"
That was how Michael found himself texting Azrael to come to the stationhouse while Svetlana chatted to quite a few of his male co-workers in the break room.