There were certain advantages to being born a Frost - always being right, being absolutely exquisite and having access to some of the worlds top designers. If it meant having to spend a little (a lot of) money on her favorite person (herself), of course Emma was going to fast track the progress on office.
She had taken it upon herself to do a little remodeling as well. office. When it came to herself she spared no expense and had hired top designers to rejuvenate the tired space. The room was deeper than previously planned and now white. It was a split level divided into two parts, a sitting area and an office, by two or three steps. Her office was now modern,refined and sophisticated.
White leather sofas and round globe like chairs filled the sitting area. On the wall to the left of the door hung a relief sculpture of a woman’s torso draped in flowing fabric and made of brushed silver. It had been cast from her own body by a famous bohemian artist that she had the pleasure of knowing. It was one of Emma’s favorite things - a true testament to her infinite narcissism and self-adoration. Unlike the people she criticized, Emma actually had some thing to be boastful about. Between the couch and the table a coffee table made of metal and glass hosted a beautiful bouquet of lilies and white roses.
Past the sitting area, nested in the back of the room was her office proper and another glass desk with an iMac taking up a large portion of its surface.
Emma was seated there, reading over the student files. Her diplomas framed and hung behind her. With a leg crossed over the other, she sat behind her desk, a stack of binders and print outs piled high as she clicked around on the computer.
She was dressed “casually”, but was nothing short of stunning. Tall boots snaked up her calves, meeting her straight legged paints. A corset tied tightly, cinched in her waist and a short jacket was thrown over her shoulders. It was perhaps one of the more modest outfits Emma owned. She was nothing if not diligent and didn’t torture people for the sake of torturing them. Although, making people squirm was just one of the perks of the job.
Her brow flicked upwards as Scott entered her office. She had been in intense thought, instructing her advance telepathy class within the astral plain from inside of her office. Emma didn't even sense his presence at first and she felt slightly embarrassed because of this, but she hid it well. Teaching the class in this manner afforded her precious time much needed to sort out her other affairs.
"Just a moment class," she said aloud for Scott's benefit. "I'll be with you in a moment, Scott, darling," she said holding up a finger, then gesturing for him to join her in the office portion of her the space. Emma fell silent again, obviously returning to her class to give them further instruction on the days assignment. It didn't require much interaction on Emma's behalf, but she still required her monitoring.
Releasing a bit of a breath, she relaxed back into her chair. "Now then, what is it I can do for you darling?" she asked while stripping her face of her expensive Gucci frames and giving casual toss of the spectacles onto a stack of papers.
"You have my full attention." Glossy tiers pulled into a smile, as she crossed her legs, one over the other. She watched, under lowered lashes, to see if she could catch Scott watching the way her body moved.