Stella didn't expect much from this little work sanctioned soirée, but figured it was as good of an intro to the British Ministry as she was going to get. She would just have to use it as a precursor to a far more interesting evening. Coffee was not the ideal partner to karaoke and everyone knew it, so it would be interesting to see if that was all there was on offer.

Not that she was against good coffee, or even actually bad coffee, which in her opinion still had its place since nothing brought people together like being able to complain in unison about something that in the grand scheme of things was just not that big of a deal.

So far she had only met her immediate boss, and she wasn't in any hurry to scurry around all bright eyed and eager seeking introductions. Her legs were too long to scurry effectively anyway.

How long was it acceptable for her to stay before she could cut out of here anyway?