The problem was that no matter how many times she got sent into the Director's office, she was never sent home. Her soul was never stored in his eye socket, and she was never at risk of being murdered. Worse, she was forced to stay, and that was the most unfortunate downside of having Nick Fury as her legal guardian. Her peers didn't know that; this place was a big enough headache without everyone knowing that the mysterious and scary Director was her bloody keeper.
Jessica sat in the chair in front of his desk with her arms crossed, frowning. The tick tick tick of the clock on the wall pierced the silence, until she scoffed. "Well I didn't actually blast his stupid face off now, did I?" Slumping back down against the backrest, she muttered, "He would've deserved it."