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Evelyn wasn't fond of the British Ministry's architecture. For her job it meant a lot of running around, and she'd quite quickly swapped her low heels for several pairs of stylish loafers instead. She was making her way back from a meeting down at DIMC, her notes and other scrolls tucked in the cream coloured drawstring bag she kept only for work while her free hand cradled a large cup of lukewarm coffee. She drank it slowly, needing the caffeine.
Bringing coffee to meetings was a habit she hadn't been able to shake, despite never being able to drink more than a few sips. She was always far too busy note taking and analysing the situation, in order to be able to report back to the Minister's Office adequately. The situation in Europe was far from calm, and her coffee growing cold was most definitely a minor inconvenience in comparison.
Deciding this was as good a time as any to take a few minutes' break, she leaned against the wall by the portrait of a minister from the 20th century. Not the first time, she was very glad her family - most of them, anyway - were very far away. Something was happening in Europe, and Evelyn was certain it wasn't anything good.
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
_____________I could still change the end |