 Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door
Letícia wasn't sure she would miss teaching bored eighteen year olds who hated their 8am Monday morning class and so far -- well, so far she definitely didn't miss it. She had plans of what she wanted to work on first, of course, but not highly-structured, supervisor-approved, year-long teaching plans that would eventually impact someone's future. Plus, it involved absolutely no exam marking. All in all, this new ministerial job was turning out to be great.
So what if it hadn't even been a week?
Making her way back to her workspace from the training room, she mumbled away to herself in Portuguese. That could always point someone out as weird but voicing notes to herself before actually writing them down on her notepad always worked for her, so she's sticking to it. Even if her new boss happens to be around. With a small smile playing on her lips, the Brazilian woman took a seat at her desk, quill at the ready to write down the results of that particular experiment (too much impact, she was looking for a gust of wind, not a tropical storm). "That desk is very dictator-propaganda of you. I like it." Honestly, tiny eccentricities just made everything better.
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