The carnival was more overwhelming than Maram anticipated, and she knew she wouldn't be able to function without her trusted assistant. Mara should have known she wouldn't last too long without Damien around, that man kept a tight ship - trained rather well. Mara was exiting the mail trailer with a handful of letter addressed to her. This life would appear to be vastly different than her CEO life back in New York City, but aside from the workers, and atmosphere, it was almost exactly the same. Stilettos, while on any other normal person would likely sink into the soft ground, with Maram, it was like she was as light as a feather. Which seems odd when talking about a half giant like her. Standing well over six feet tall, it was hard to call Maram light as a feather.
Dressed like the professional Mara is, she took the few steps up to the trailer and entered, "Why Mr. Penner, it's certainly a treat to see you back in your spot by me," Shooting him a wink, Maram tossed the mail towards him, sliding it across the desk for him to go through.
Leaning across the desk with ease, Mara plucked up the small cup of coffee and cradled it in the palm of her hand, inhaling the strong brew deeply, "You have no idea how much I have missed your coffee, Damien darling. I assume it's the sludge from the bottom of the pot?" Glossed lips curled into a grin as she took a sip, the harsh flavor stinging her tongue slightly. Turkish coffee was famous for being sludgy, and strong and goodness how Maram has missed coffee like this.
Taking a seat on the edge of her desk, Maram crossed her sinfully long legs at her ankles, and turned to face Damien, "So, tell me, darling, how are you enjoying your first few days here?" Taking another careful sip, Maram then placed the cup down. Turkish coffee was not the type of coffee you finish in one gulp, no matter how small the cup was.