Who: Anton and Reina What: Remonstration for staying out all night Where: Anton's office When: Wednesday morning Warnings: Anton's brain
The elevator dinged, and Reina exited it, arriving at her desk at 7:30 promptly. Technically, her hours were eight to five, but she preferred getting in thirty minutes earlier because it let her leave sooner. It also afforded her a longer period of time to organize herself, return phone calls, and began taking down memos. By the time nine thirty rolled around, she realized she hadn't seen Mr. Sparke once. Glancing at the closed door of his office, she tapped a pen against her lips. Finally, after several moments of thoughtlessness, where she didn't think much about her options at all, she rose and went to the coffee pot.
Taking a mug from the drying rack behind the sink, she poured a glass for Mr. Sparke, fixing it the way he preferred. Some women might have found the task insulting; she enjoyed it because it allowed her to be useful. After a moment's hesitation, she poured a mug for herself as well, though she usually didn't care much for coffee that wasn't laden with syrups and cream and sugar.
Mugs in hand, she approached Mr. Sparke's door. She shifted the cups into one hand, a feat she was quite used to doing, and knocked against the door with the back of her free hand. When she didn't receive a response, she carefully opened the door and slipped inside. Mr. Sparke was slouched over in his chair, and looked more asleep than awake, though she couldn't be sure as she couldn't see his face clearly. Affecting a pleasant smile, she walked up to his desk and leaned across it to set his mug of coffee down. "Good morning, Mr. Sparke," she said cheerfully as she straightened and smoothed the pretty violet blouse over her abdomen. "Late night?"