 Wonky Knee
The clacking of heels announced the twenty four year old's arrival. A weary and tired Bella entered the empty hall and headed towards her desk. She was glad that she was the only one there at the moment, although she knew that she would soon be joined by the liaison's. Which reminded her she had to speak to the new liaison's and explain their job to them as soon as they arrived.
And maybe she should go and ask Reagan if she had something she wanted her to do. This was one of the times that Bella hoped there was a lot of work to be done -- so she could burry herself under it and try not to have a lot of free time on her.
The assistant took a seat on the chair behind her desk and opened one of the drawers, pulling out a blank sheet of paper and setting it on her desk. She stared at it for a few moments, playing with the quill in her hands before she realised staring at the paper won't help one bit.
Maybe she could write to Mel -- no, she did that day before yesterday and still didn't get a reply. Or write to her parents?
No. They would tell somethin was wrong and she didn't want to explain.
Charles, maybe? No. He was the last person she wanted to talk to.
Frowning, the girl stood up and walked out of the room. It was time to see Reagan. Maybe she had something Bella could do? Anything would be better than free time. |