Waiting

So you plop down on your couch and wait. It's not like you have much more going on in your life. Thankfully this government is far more effective at following up than before so it's only a few hours until the assistant arrives.

You're still contemplating hanging yourself when instead of knocking or ringing the doorbell Sera, the assistant, enters your apartment with all the smoothness and grace of a person coming home. She sits next to you wordlessly making herself comfortable, loosening her tie as well as taking off her shoes. Turns out her gray pencil skirt, oversized belt/clincher, blue blouse and vivid blue heels weren't as comfortable as it was good-looking. She said nothing as she reached up and let her hair out of its perfectly maintained bun.

Trying not to stare is difficult; she's pretty, really pretty in a homespun sort of way but the chubby soft face she has is offset by the determined look that emanates from her bright emerald eyes. She lets time continue to tick by as she merely stares at you. Her hands are rubbing her feet, they are pretty nice feet, a pair that look pretty tasty...