Kayla Michaels lives without guilt (thekappa) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-10-30 19:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | cinnamon spider, la belle dame sans merci |
Who: Isolde and Kayla
What: A friendly first meeting
Where: The US Attorney’s Office
When: Tuesday, October 19th (backdated)
Warnings: Kayla’s thoughts are really creepy.
It was a work day, a day like any other. Kayla rode the bus in the morning, got to the office by 8. She sat down at her desk and went over paperwork, planning her cases and ordering interns about when necessary. Then a brief lunch, inhaled over further paperwork, and afternoon meetings. After ensuring that her sandwich hadn’t smudged her lipstick too terribly, Kayla took the elevator up to the sixth floor, where she was to meet one of the senior attorneys to discuss an upcoming case she had been assigned. So far its details had been largely hidden from her, the entire thing kept fairly hush-hush. She was terribly excited to see what exactly it was, to the point where she bounced slightly on the balls of her feet as the elevator rose.
When the doors opened, she expected to see the petite secretary that usually greeted newcomers to the sixth floor. Instead, the front desk was empty, void of any life. Frowning slightly, Kayla moved forward carefully, raising a brow at the woman’s absence before heading down the hall. Just as she was about to reach the proper office, the door opened, ushering out two people. The first, Harold Warner, was expected - it was, after all, his office. But the small blonde beside him was not, in any way, someone she expected to see. She was unknown to Kayla, a nobody, but Harold seemed quite taken with her. He barely noticed her presence until they were just feet apart. He looked up, surprised. “Kayla?”
“Mr. Warner,” she said, hiding any irritation that surface as she realized he had forgotten about their meeting. “I hope I’m not too early.”
He hesitated, staring at her blankly. “Too early,” he repeated numbly before shaking his head. “No. No, of course not. I’m sorry, I lost track of time. I was just returning from a...late lunch with Isolde, here.” He smiled briefly, patting the young woman on the shoulder. “But she was just leaving.” He hesitated again, looking from the women to his office door. “Actually, Kayla, would you mind seeing her out? I have to get a few things, it won’t take a minute.”
Suppressing the urge to strangle the man then and there, Kayla nodded. “Of course not,” she said politely before looking to the woman apparently named Isolde. “Please. Follow me.”