The frayed sleeves of the turquoise tweed jacket that hung over Laura's thin frame tickled her hands. She inconspicuously rolled her wrists every so often to fend off the peevish sensation while balancing an empty mug, her usual black leather bag, and a file folder. She wore flats in lieu of her trademark heels and a pair of thick-rimmed reading glasses sat on the bridge of her lightly-freckled nose.

Reaching her desk after traversing through the cubicles of the work area, Laura dropped the file folder, which landed with a soft, satisfying smack, and relieved herself of the other things she had been carrying. Then, she picked up her empty mug again and left her desk. There was no time for sitting just yet.

Laura skirted around the different sets of cubicles and approached the set belonging to the Environmental Permitting office, clutching her mug in both hands. Things were a bit slow in their division, and this was the perfect opportunity for them to sort out some of the other issues at hand. Eager to begin, Laura casually leaned against the closest desk and waited for one of her employees to make an appearance.