Originally Posted by EquestrianGal88

Did Frida feel a little guilty for not being at work lately. Sure she did. But there were more important matters at home to deal with. Like Adela, her only daughter who was growing up WAY too fast for Frida's liking. 'Why couldn't she just stay little forever?' The woman sighed, feeling a little bit saddened that her little girl, whom it felt was just an infant the other day, was no longer a baby.
Her pace quickened slightly in order to catch the lift to level three, and once the doors opened up again, the familiar corridor welcomed her.
'Nice to know it wasn't burned to the ground while I was on hiatus.' She was actually able to crack a smile and Frida quietly entered the level three work area.

For a moment, Frida blinked around. She had forgotten that things had been rearranged so much, but no matter, at least her desk was still there...despite being rather gloomy looking and empty.
She set her briefcase down on top of the desk and unpacked a few books, folders, and photographs (photos of herself with her husband and daughter mainly. Although her three cats, Bogey, Chester, and Ember had a photo as well). "Hey there." Frida said to the man who was at the desk next to her. "Willing to have me back? Or should I look to be transferred elsewhere? " She was kidding of course, but her tone was a little more mellow; calmer than it used to be.