Faexina trial, pt. 4

Hearing this, Faexina gets up, "Well, with my little questionnaire out of the way, all that's left is for me to fill out some paperwork - my own design, and per Irina's insistence. Something about not keeping very good records or something and not giving Giovanni any more headaches than necessary." She shrugs, turning toward the door, "stay here for a few minutes, will you? I need to go grab that form."

Closing the door behind her, you're left in the solitude of the office. You stand up and peruse the bookcases, examining the titles ranging from "Financials 5412" to "Demons and Milkshakes." You reach for this last one, curiosity aroused, when suddenly the door bursts op- "Ah, there you are. Here, take this - and make sure you don't give it to Fae or Gio." Aaron turns and runs back out the door, rushing it shut behind him, as you find a sealed letter now in your hands.

You puzzle over what just happened for about half a minute, until Faexina walks back through the door, a form in hand. "Sorry if it's a bit wet; Aaron rushed by me, and a vase down the hall got bumped a bit. Anyhow, if you'll just fill out this form where it asks, I'll fill out the res-" she pauses as she notices the letter, your other hand resting near the book, "Demons and Milkshakes."

"Watcha got there?" she asks, curiosity plain on her face.