((Trimble's office))
"Have a seat," Euphemia said as her fingers slipped around the doorknob, revealing a small, unassuming office as the entrance to Trimble's office swung open. She'd heard legends about the man and assumed them correct - if that was the case, the office that appeared before them was likely just a shell for a larger operation.
It held within its exterior three chairs, a desk and a bookshelf filled with titles so innocuous as to be suspicious, mostly books on management philosophy. Communicate with Charm!, What Colour is Your Broomstick?... she restrained a slight giggle as she read the words. Yet the books were not dusty and she wondered what was hidden behind the covers.
"Baddock'll be in here soon. Do you want me to get you anything?" Intern was not a role she played well. She waited for only a moment, not giving him a chance to speak before saying breezily, "Coffee sounds brilliant so I'll get some and be back."