Aug 14, 2020 14:17:00 GMT -5
oh, there Are two of you?
template by Punki of Adoxography
tag: @zoe | OOC:
It had been about two weeks since her run in with a certain detective. One that she had now prepared herself to play dumb for if anyone was to ask about what exactly she had translated. And one that she may have entered an agreement with that she would continue to assist him, blindly, with anything further that had to do with the files she had read. Or perhaps even outside of the files she read, if new things of interest were to come up. The same detective who had a debt to her now, not that she had thought of a way to cash in on that yet. But she had found herself walking into the police department that day, not for Jack. No, she had another case she was pulled in on. Sitting herself in the interrogation room with someone who kept changing their language. So the best option was to call in an expert, like the one that Tyler was. Besides, she wasn't going to go out of her way to see the man. That was not her style, nor the way she worked anyway. So she sat patiently, ankles crossed as she stared across a metal table top. Her blonde hair pulled over one shoulder and in a rather sharp black pair of slacks and a crisp lavender colored button up. It was her more casual look, the blazer long forgotten about in her car thanks to the heat outside. Her signature red color on her lips.
The guy had come in very smug, sitting across from her and making a few inappropriate comments. Obviously he thought she was just another detective or something of the sorts. Her head tilting lightly as she waited patiently for him to finish before she delicately placed her elbows on the table and leaned forward lightly. Propping her head on a pair of fold hands before she jumped immediately into speaking to him in the language he landed on. She truly enjoyed the color draining from his face when he switched to another, and she seamlessly followed along. By the end, she got the information that the detectives were looking for and gave them a polite nod as she started to leave.
Though she paused as she was on her way out. Her blue eyes turning towards the door and she briefly wondered if that chair was ever delivered that she ordered for him. She considered it a favor. And she had not addressed who it was from. Just his name as the point of contact. She remembered the awful shifting noise his chair made while he sat across from her at his desk and decided a man who put a bit of effort in on his dress deserved something a bit better. So, without much though, she turned and walked down the hall to where his office had been. Her black heels clicking as she walked.
"Detective Carnegie?" She called out to the room as she stepped inside the doorframe.
