The corners of Ella's lips twitched upward in amusement. "I don't envy you. If there's anything I can't work with, it's a bunch of fuckwits. Sounds like you've regularly got your work cut out for you," she conceded. Merlin, she hate small talk. But she was so close, so close to succeeding.
And there she was. "Oh? You had more luck than your predecessor, then. Don't be surprised if you wind up as Head of the DMLE on Monday morning," she offered with admiration. "And where is our favorite redhead, if you don't mind me asking. Out of pure curiosity, anyway." You don't mind me asking. You want to tell me precisely where he is. She tucked a loose hair behind her ear and smirked. "Though, of course, if there's a squad getting sent after him, I wouldn't object to being a part of it."