Originally Posted by Aphrodite

That morning Bri had stepped out of bed and pulled on one of her usual suits. The pencil skirt was made of a dark gray material, the same material as the robes the wore over the top. Her blouse was made of a soft white material, and had a few ruffles around the V neckline. Her small feet slipped into a pare of black suede shoe boots. Five minutes was spent winding her dark brown hair into a knot at the nape of her neck, and then she was off.

She was only about ten minutes late, but that was enough to make her feel horribly. Brianna Michaelis wasn't the kind of girl that was late to anything. She showed up to work fifteen minutes early every day, and stayed about another hour afterward. She didn't have a social life. Work was her life. Still, she held her head high as she strode through the door. The first thing she did was look for the Division head.

"Sorry I'm late Rebecca." She announced, not bothering with an excuse. There was no excuse for being late. In her hand were two cups, one that was half empty, which she'd been drinking as she made her way towards the office. Bri set the other cup down on Rebecca Todd's desk, and offered the woman a grim smile. Sure, it was only ten minutes, but she hated being late! Brianna was never late. Ever. For any reason. If her father got hurt she'd let someone else take him to the hospital. Work came first for her. Always.

Brianna weaved between the desks, heading for her own where a stack of papers were waiting for her. She offered a warm smile to the new face seated across the aisle from her desk, before perching herself in her chair. Brianna took one last sip of her coffee, then lifted a file off the top of her stack, and began to fill it out.

"Did I miss anything important this morning?" Bri inquired of Becca, not bothering to look up. Her gray eyes were already focused quite intently on her paperwork.