She was late. Not her fault. Riata didn't play beck and call girl. She had work, her 'day job' so to speak. Worked her ass off to get to where she was and not found out, then some idiot shows up with files and shit. So fine, she owed him a deal or two to keep her out of the papers and for her boss not to find out. Honestly the work was fine, she just got stuck on play duty. She never did care much about who the players were. So after the little security check she was directed to a room where the Stryker guy had her next play toy.
Pausing outside the door, still dressed from work, she lit a cigarette and took a long drag. Booted heels, dark slacks, a simple white men's dress shirt and her lab coat. A mismatched scarf tossed around her neck and she kept the sunglasses on. Daylight. Sucked.
With a moan and an impatient wave of the hand she directed the guards to let her in. Large metal door swung open and then closed right behind her as she strode in. With a groan she raised her hand to shield her eyes. "Is the light fuckin' necessary?"
Riata unwound the scarf and tossed it to a table before taking another drag and slipping the glasses off her eyes to the top of her head. "You rang? I'm guessing this is the guy that gets the make over?" An appraising look and she made a slight frowny face. "Could do worse."