"About time," she muttered watching Briony exit her office and submerging herself into the silence of the room. "Alas, I'm alone," she spun herself around in her chair watching the ceiling swirl into blur and closing her eyes to prevent dizziness. With the chattering still commencing outside of her office, Gretta stopped her spin session instantly and shimmied herself into a more presentable and authority position.

Staring at the door intently, she crossed her fingers under her desk and closed her eyes in prayer of hoping the people outside her door would vanish. "I just want to work in peace," she sighed and bit her lip wondering when her happiness would be sucked away.

Letting a few minutes pass, Gretta's mind hand wondered away from the annoyance outside her office but back to the confrontation with Ms.Whitehall. "Should I have been nicer," she questioned. "Nah," she said childishly smirking at the image of Briony becoming angry. "And she doesn't respect me," she shrugged her shoulders looking at a portrait of Minerva McGonagoll across the room. "Well, at least she knows who runs the show around here. And how dare she mention Ronald Jake Rider," her voice rose slightly at the thought of her bosses name. "Where is that little git.... haven't seen him in a while," she spoke scratching her head and moving her hair behind her ear.

Letting another few minutes pass, Gretta resumed her spinning game. "I need to vent," she admitted wondering where Jake was hoping to take her pint up anger out on him.

"Blah!"